#i felt like translating this but it takes so long so i'm just splitting it up into parts so then maybe that will motivate me to finish it

[heyimkana]

Tumblr won't allow me to post anything more than 10MB, so I'm splitting it into 2 tracks. And again, this translation may not be 100% correct.

Storyline: It has the same setting as my previous post, you and your boyfriend are in a long-distance relationship because you're studying in another country. In this track, your boyfriend pays you a surprise visit. He shows up at the cafe where you usually spend hours working on your assignment. It's been so long since you both saw each other, and you're surprised because he looks more masculine now, like an adult, though he says he's still very childish at heart seeing how he missed his sleep last night simply because he got too excited about seeing you.

You were studying before, but now that he's here, you stop to greet him. You sit down together, chatting for a bit. He says you look different too, more mature. Then he pauses, looking at you, and...

00.02 Umm... I can wait until you're finished with your studying, but after that, can I go to your room? Ah, I mean, look, I'm carrying a big suitcase with me. Walking around with this would be troublesome so, umm... Really, I don't have any weird intention.

00.26 Sorry, I lied. I actually... can't hold it anymore...

00.34 I want to be alone with you as soon as possible. I want to hold you...

(You head back to your room with him)

00.58 I'm sorry... I didn't mean to suddenly do things with you like this, but... Seeing you in person really makes me want to hold you right away... Makes me want to kiss you...

01.23 Really, I'm sorry, but... I can't hold back anymore.

(He starts undressing you, rushing)

01.40 I'm gonna touch you...

01.45 You're already wet... I'm glad. So it's just not me who's turned on.

01.59 Have you been waiting for me too?

02.05 I just kissed you but you're already so wet down here...

02.13 Do you want me to touch you here more? Or can I put it in?

02.22 Oh, you're suddenly tightening around my fingers. Are you reacting to my words?

02.29 I guess, you can't hold yourself back too, huh?

02.41 I'll put it in, okay?

(He grabs a condom and put it on)

03.01 *thrusts* Ah, t-this sensation... It's been a while since we did this so... It's bad... (meaning he's too sensitive)

03.07 I think... I won't last long... Sorry...

03.22 D-don't do that... Don't tighten up around me too hard...

03.28 I'm really about to cum...

03.39 Seriously, this is bad... At this rate, I'm gonna cum before I can make you feel good.

(He stops, pulling away)

03.58 Sorry... I'm gonna stop for a bit. Can you move for me?

04.08 I'll pull you up now.

TRACK 02

00.02 Sorry, I had to do this 'cause I feel like I'm gonna cum fast if I don't.

(He places you on his lap)

00.09 Like this, you can move however you like.

(You ask him, "But will you feel good this way?")

00.15 It's okay. Right now, everything feels so good to me. Try to hit the spot that makes you feel good too.

00.36 As I thought, this feels amazing...

00.42 Hey... Can I kiss your chest? Just like this...

(He sucks on your breasts)

00.59 I shouldn't? 'Cause you're feeling too good?

01.05 Look, you've stopped moving your hips. Move for me.

01.28 What's wrong? You're gonna cum?

01.33 Ah, wait... If you do it like that, I'm gonna cum too...

01.44 This is bad...

(you both finish together)

(you pull away)

02.22 That felt so good...

02.31 I'm sorry... Doing this right away after we met... I'm terrible, aren't I?

(You say, "It's okay.")

02.42 Really? But in the end you didn't get to finish your studying...

(You tell him not to worry about it)

02.51 Thank you... But you don't have to be too considerate, okay? I really just wanted to see your face, that's all.

(You comfort him)

03.02 I'm happy to hear you say that... You said you wanted to take me somewhere?

(You tell him that you want him to meet your friends)

03.11 Eh? You want to introduce me to your friends?

(You ask him, "Are you not okay with that?")

03.20 Not at all. Actually, I'm so happy. I want to know more about you and your life here. But... Is it really okay to introduce me? To have a boyfriend who can barely speak English like me, aren't they gonna make fun of you?

(You assure him that it's okay)

03.39 Well then, I'll study hard to prepare for tomorrow.

(You offer to teach him)

03.47 Really? Ah, but... To have you as my english teacher... That's a bit disheartening, but it can't be helped, I guess.

(You ask him why)

03.59 Boys always want to look cool in front of their girlfriends, you know. Well, just wait and see, I'll definitely impress you soon. I'll grow even more matured and manlier than this, then one day I'll come and pick you up, just like a prince!

#he's so fucking cute i'm gonna throw up you guys #this really screams yuuji as a boyfriend i'm LIVING #enojun i fucking love you #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #enoki junya #yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #junya enoki #jujutsu kaisen #kana.dramacd

[luviemax]

you are in love- oneshot

a/n: hi pals how r we doing today... my rent is due (metaphorically) inspo from mother's song

masterlist

-> charles leclerc x childhoodbestfriendfemale!reader (no physical description)

warnings: small teensy tiny age gap (like two years), probs some cursing, google translated french.... not proofread :(

word count: 1283 words

He can't remember the first time he met you.

Not exactly. He does know how it happens, though, as his mother constantly likes to constantly remind him.

"You were two," Pascale muses, cutting into the pancakes she was having for breakfast.

"Maman." Charles pleads with a tinge of exasperation in his voice, having heard this story so many times.

"Charles, don't interrupt me." she shoots him playful glare as Arthur smiles behind his cup of coffee that he's sipping. It's quite obvious that he finds this entire debacle quite entertaining.

"Yes Charles," Arthur nods in mocking agreement, "I quite like this story, maman." He shoots Charles a cunning smirk as the dimples in his cheeks begin to pop out.

"Yes, as I was saying," Pascale takes a moment to gather her thoughts, "Charlie, you were only 2... but you were so gentle with her..."

Pascale goes on and on, fawning about how he was so gentle with the little baby girl, the newborn baby of his godmother, and one of his mother's dearest friends. Your name felt foreign on his tongue when he was first introduced to it, like a new word added into his little dictionary, but it was a name that he would come to know, recognise, and even love.

"Maman, I'm leaving!" Charles announces to the house after breakfast, grabbing his car keys.

"Going to see Y/N?" Pascale playfully teases.

Charles smiles so hard at the thought of you that his dimples began to crease in his cheeks. "You know it."

He drives to your flat in mostly silence, besides the roar of the Ferrari's engine, and the dreadful drone of the radio hosts over the car's stereo. Traffic is slow and congested, which should be frustrating for someone who drives at over 300 km/h on a near weekly basis, but the reward at the end of the road (which happens to be you) makes it all the more worth it.

People seem to be suspicious of your relationship, though. But it's nothng more than what it is, a purely platonic bond between two childhood, contrary to what gossip accounts or news articles say. Some of his friends don't believe him either.

Carlos simply gives him an unbelieliving smile and quirks an eyebrow, but puts the matter to rest when Charles expresses his annoyance with a roll of his viridescent eyes.

Joris constantly bugs him about it. Taunts of: "Are you sure you don't like her Charlie?", "Charlie... are you texting her?" and "Charles, fess up! Just tell me the truth, you like her!"

Frankly, he's sick and tired of it. Even if he did like you, so what? Was that really anyone's business, either way? Nevertheless, any ounce of anger he was harbouring simply dissipates into nothingness when he sees you.

You grace him with a beautiful smile when you enter his car. You greet him with kisses on his cheek and a warm hug. Through all these years, he swears that the thing he looks most forward to when he sees you is your hugs.

They're warm, like walking into a bakery with freshly baked pastries. They make him happy like a Grand Prix win.

The two of you aimlessly drive around until it was time for dinner. He brings you to his favourite pizza place, and the two of you split a pepperoni pizza.

"Don't tell my trainer about this." Charles makes you promise with a boyish smile.

"I promise." You let out a chuckle at the trivial situation at hand. Within your company, the two of you don't really need to talk a lot. Wordlessly, after knowing each other for so long, the silence says enough by itself, and is enough to make the both of you comfortable. After finishing dinner, you follow him back to his apartment. He insists for you to stay over for the night, and you don't debate it.

"Here," Charles mindlessly passes you a shirt that he no longer wears, "for you to sleep in." he clarifies. You make a noncomittal sound and give him a brief nod in response.

After you've showered, you put on his shirt, and the first thing you notice is how it smells like him. His laundry, his cologne, his shampoo... You're a little overwhelmed, but in a good way. "You're not getting this shirt back." you warn him as you come out of the shower. "Fine by me." He laughs, passing by you as he enters the bathroom.

You make yourself comfortable in his bed. You slip under the blanket, which encompasses you in a warmth which couldn't possibly be recreated at your own house. It's funny how you still feel more at home at Charles' apartment than your own.

You're still in his bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media, when he comes out of the shower. "Okay, what're we watching?" he asks as he makes himself at home on the opposite side of the bed. The two of you mutually decided on watching Cars for the billionth time. Yet, from your peripheral vision, you notice him looking at you with a foreign expression. You fake a yawn, and turn off the TV.

"Good night, Charlie." "Good night, Y/N."

He switches off the lights in his bedroom, and you make yourself comfortable.

"Y/N?" "Yes Charlie?" "You're my best friend." The statement makes you smile, and you fall asleep with a wide grin on your face.

The next morning, you wake up, and you're somehow entangled with Charles. Your legs are intertwined, his arms are carressing your waist, and your face is burried in his neck. You simply wiggle into his touch, and it makes him stir.

"Good morning." He whispers, voice raspy from sleep. "Morning." You chastely reply, voice muffled from speaking into his neck.

Much to your dismay, he untangles himself from the mess of cuddles and bedsheets. He leaves the bedroom, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead as you fall back into the lull of sleep.

You wake up to the scent of something burning. The charred scent lingers in the air, presumably from the kitchen, so that's where you go.

"Mon coeur," my heart he croons, sheepish expression on his face, "I'm sorry. I was trying to make breakfast." He helplessly gestures at the burnt toast, which was now in the bin.

You give him a laugh. It makes his cheeks flush. He wishes that he could bottle up your laugh, keep it in a safe, and just listen to it whenever he pleased. He swears that your laugh is more beautiful than the melody of Clair de Lune, or the roar of the Tifosi during a Monza win.

"Come dance with me." Charles gives you a silly smile. "What?" You respond, furrowed eyebrows emphasising your perplextion. "C'mon!" He urges, putting classical music record onto the vinyl player.

Just then, as the two of you are dancing in his living room bright and early in the morning, he knows that he's in love with you.

He knows when you're dancing and you're smiling and you're laughing and Charles could swear that you're the most perfect thing to ever exist.

You commit the most heinous of crimes and he swears that he could defend you to the Earth and back.

He holds you in his arms, and he kisses you.

It takes you aback, just for a moment.

Then again, his lips feel perfect against yours. It's like they were made for you.

Then your lips part, and he rests his forehead against yours.

He chuckles, and he speaks against your lips, "You're mine, yeah?"

You nod, "I've always been yours."

"Damn it, I owe Joris 50 Euros." He laughs.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #cl16 #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine

[stxrvel]

i don't wanna live forever (5)

summary: the time had come to destroy HYDRA and collect for all that had been taken from them...

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: 6k

warnings: descriptions of: blood, wounds, fights and weapons. probably gonna wake a lot of sadness since the begining. mentiones of suicide thoughts. heartbreak. stubborn characters. mentions of character deaths (canon). remember i'm not that good at writing action scenes and that English is not my first language!

note: hi guys! i didn't rest today at work. instead, i wrote 6k words for my actual hyperfixation and i'm actually exhausted. sometimes i write first in spanish and then in english, when my head is not up for the double translate, and leave the conversion to future me. this is future me talking and i hate myself for that. but i'm kind of proud how this one came out, so i hope you guys like it the same! feedback and reactions are always appreciated! see u guys next time <3

part 1

It was already getting dark when the small cellar you were in with your friends filled with applause and singing, a joy bouncing off the walls as you walked in Steve's direction with a grin from ear to ear. Your blond friend watched the small cake Peggy had gotten him that afternoon head towards him between your hands, setting it down on an upturned wooden barrel, a little damp, that they would use as a table.

Peggy and Bucky were off to the side, their faces matching your excitement as Steve reached down and shook his head.

“I don't even want to imagine how you got that cake in,” was the first thing Steve said when the happy birthday song ended, shooting you a grateful look. His eyes sparkled like you hadn't seen in many days and you felt Peggy's squeeze on your forearm as she came over to form a little circle just like Bucky.

“Trust me, you don't want to know,” Peggy shook her head, her smile matching the blond's.

You watched Steve split a piece of the cake with a spoon you had no idea where Peggy had gotten it from, your friend bursting out laughing when Steve raised his head and she smeared white cream all over his nose. At that moment you felt Bucky's body heat behind you, all your senses turning on at once.

“No candle, but you can make a wish before you take the first bite.”

Steve shared a look with his friend, still with that twinkle in his eye and the most relaxed expression he'd had in days. He was still wearing his uniform, having caught him by surprise to bring him into the warehouse after a long day of planning strategies for the next mission against HYDRA. You and Peggy had been thinking for several days about doing something, and being that it was rather difficult to throw a small party in the camp you were in, you decided to opt for something a little more ordinary and familiar. You couldn't say, however, that Steve didn't like it, not when you saw him smiling at everyone so openly, shoulders down and spreading laughter to everyone around him.

With the spoon halfway to his mouth, Steve closed his eyes and made a wish.

You smiled indulgently, watching two of your friends share a small moment as Steve took some more cake to give Peggy. With your hands behind your back, you suddenly felt Bucky's left hand make its way through your fingers, intertwining your hands very carefully.

“How's the taste?”

Steve shook his head nodding at your words, his brow furrowing in pleasure as he enjoyed the large bites he was taking of the cake. At that moment, all you could think about was how much you would sacrifice to stay in that bubble forever, even without knowing what was coming next.

-

“Are you okay?”

You heard his footsteps before you saw him, his body leaning against the second to last step where you had sat and turned away from the others. The routine you had had to get used to over the past few months, after believing you were going to change the world, had become a constant burden that was hard to shake off. Still, you took and cherished moments like those when you could go out and sit and just watch the vast sky stretching for miles. The stars shone so brightly there, in the middle of the forest, that they seemed like little beacons seeking to guide you to a better future; perhaps to a future that you did deserve. Steve also sometimes accompanied you in silence, having learned that he couldn't always argue with you about the meaning of life and the purpose for which you two had to carry out the unjust orders of superiors. You once saw one of his drawings, a woman sitting at the top of a flight of stairs and a starry night giving her a message of hope. Maybe he saw it the same way too after a while.

“Yeah,” you replied to Bucky with a tight-lipped little smile.

Bucky didn't know much about you now. As the weeks went by you realized it was true what he had once told you, when the America's couple shows and his platoon's stay coincided for the first time in months. You had changed a lot since the serum injection. And, well, who wouldn't, after all? That's why when you were together after so long he spent time very close to you, very aware of you, checking with his excellent senses that nothing was out of place. That you were okay.

You didn't know if he had believed you, by the way his face remained expressionless, barely a slight twitch of his eyebrows, but he didn't repeat the question.

“Do you think there's anything else for us, besides this?”

Bucky turned his gaze to look at the sky and you watched his profile, the curve of his eyelashes and his half-opened lips. Situations like that had become commonplace, too. Since you no longer spent so much time together and you had changed so much because somehow you had to adapt to the harsh reality against which you had crashed, Bucky constantly wondered many things about life that ended up being his own fears materialized in existential crises. For him his world was shaking. Since you told him that you had been invited to the Super Soldier project with Steve, everything had become uncertainty for him. Uncertainty about his life, about your life, about the life you wanted to have together, uncertainty about the future, uncertainty about life.

You had the conception that Bucky could never fully adapt to the abrupt change that meant his two best friends were involved in a private experiment that gave them heightened senses and more strength and speed than an average human. Now he seemed to looked at himself like the mere mortal who walked shoulder to shoulder with two gods. He seemed to feel that death would knock faster at his door and it drove him mad.

“Yeah, I don't think this is it,” you shook your head in assent, watching out of the corner of your eye as Bucky rested his forearms on his knees and leaned forward a bit. His hands interlocked and parted, his fingertips met and parted, his fists opened and closed.

“But you'll outlive me,” Bucky looked down, his blue eyes glittering focused on yours under the moonlight. You could barely hear movement in the back of the hold where Peggy and Steve were still talking. Your heart flipped at the vulnerability you saw through his eyes, lately more common than you'd like. You didn't like not being able to quell those thoughts that dominated his head; the insecurities and fears that made him doubt so many things in the middle of the night.

“We'd live the same amount of time,” you assured him shaking your head, your own mind refusing to accept that Bucky's fears could take more power over him. Whatever you could do to calm him, you would do, always.

“You have the serum. You and Steve will live for many more years. Hell, maybe you'll even be immortals,” Bucky tried to smile, but a grimace settled on his face and made his words bitter. He was subtly trying to untwist his shoulders, barely moving to your side trying not to show too much that he was kind of nervous.

“Why are you telling me that now?” you shifted on the wooden step, moving a little closer towards him. Bucky tensed visibly, not because of the closeness, but because he knew the moment was coming when you would stop following his lead and start asking him what was really plaguing his mind. For some reason, Bucky couldn't approach those topics of conversation naturally, letting his mind and words wander a bit before daring to take his fears by the horns.

“I don't know… I guess. It's a truth I have to accept,” he confessed, his voice so fragile and soft that had it not been for the extreme hearing the serum had granted you, you surely wouldn't have understood him. You felt your heart crumple and moved your hand from your lap to cradle his hands that he still could not let still.

“But it is a truth that is still a long way from being fulfilled.”

“And first we have to get through the war,” Bucky turned his hands to lace them with yours, his fingers intertwining with yours and giving them a squeeze.

“We will. I have no doubt about it. In fact, I have a plan to persuade Phillips,” you smiled at him trying to lighten the weight on his shoulders a bit.

Little surprised, Bucky let out a laugh, his free shoulders shaking in sync with his chest. A beautiful smile spread across his face, and you would've enjoyed it except you could still notice his tired eyes and the dark traces beneath them. It seemed that the moonlight intensified the reality of his emotions.

“You always have a plan for everything.”

“What can I say? I'm an optimist,” you lifted your shoulders, leaning against Bucky's side. His head dropped to rest on the crown of your head, his breathing synchronizing with yours for a moment.

“Between the two of us, you definitely are,” he murmured, taking a deep breath, enjoying the moment for several seconds. “Sorry for… coming to bring up those topics of conversation.”

“No, it's okay. I like to listen. And you tend to do that sometimes,” you shook your head over his shoulder trying to dispel the topic, Bucky's hands tightening around yours.

“What?”

“You suddenly talk about things you don't want to tell me too much about and then put a little light-hearted attitude on it so it doesn't sound so serious.”

Bucky lifted his head, causing you to move in time to meet his surprised expression as well. His lips were trying to twitch into a smile, but he didn't seem to know if he wanted to laugh or frown.

“Do I really do it that often?”

“A little, yes.”

“Ah, I'm pretty bad at dissembling I guess,” Bucky looked up, finally succumbing to the smile. The gesture satisfied you enough to delve into the emotion with him, taking a moment to further enjoy that scenario you could no longer be a part of lately; to enjoy those everyday moments where you could feel love materially spark around you, as if it was a novel written solely to satisfy human romantic desires and whims.

You shook your head, returning to the subject.

“But you don't have to worry about my supposed immortality. I know we'll live the same,” you assured him once more, your arms wrapping around his right arm and squeezing it securely, hugging him, trying to send him some of the confidence you felt inside.

“How are you so sure?”

The truth was, you weren't, but you couldn't let him know that, much less let him know that you didn't expect his life expectancy to be as extensive as yours was now either. But how were you going to tell him that? He must've been martyred enough by his own thoughts during every moment of the day when they drowned him, and it wasn't as if you expected too much of a life after him either. You could have immortality served on a silver platter, but what would be the point if you had to spend it on your own? Bucky was thinking about not wanting to leave you alone, and you were thinking about the impossibility of finding a reason to live after him.

“Because I know I don't want to live forever if I'm not with you.”

Bucky stopped his light, ghost-like caresses on your fingers. He turned his face to look at you, his nostalgic expression disappearing in a matter of seconds. His blue eyes looked contrite, as if there was a storm inside them. You had never hesitated in your answer, no matter when he had asked. And yet you seemed to have taken him by surprise; it seemed that such a thing would never have crossed his mind even by accident.

“Y/N…”

“I'd be living in vain. Stolen time,” you shook your head, averting your gaze from the depths of his, an unknown kind of longing or fear furrowing across his features that you couldn't bear to see a second longer. You were there at that moment and you would see each other again later, why did you have to think about it too much?

Bucky sighed. Only when you felt his body relax against your side did you know he understood that it would do no good for him to try to antagonize you.

“Still, you deserve a life like this. After all you've been through,” his voice was barely a whisper that tore through the silent chill that surrounded you, but the implication of his words furrowed against your chest like a dagger. You shook your head before the memories could reach you.

“We all deserve it, especially in this world consumed by the greed of power and hatred.”

You saw him nod out of the corner of your eye, his hands wrapping around one of your hands, the one closest to his side and bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. His eyes were fixed on your profile, you could feel it, but you were afraid to turn to look at him and allow your emotions to come out. You were too sweet to succumb to strong feelings when you were with Bucky.

“Hey!” was Steve's voice, like a beacon in the middle of the ocean, making you both turn at the same time. “Peggy's just leaving.”

“Want a ride, Barnes?”

“Ah, it would be my pleasure, Agent Carter.”

Peggy moved, after saying goodbye to Steve and you, and walked in the direction of the huge forest that stretched into the distance where she had parked her car. Or Howard's car, you couldn't quite make out through the darkness.

“See you later, Miss I-don't-want-to-live-forever,” Bucky approached you with a half smile, having said goodbye to Steve, meeting him halfway to melt you in his arms. The tension in your shoulders eased considerably, a sigh making its way into your chest.

“Take care, Bucky,” you squeezed his waist, because you weren't tall enough to reach his shoulders in a hug, and he squeezed you back in response.

“Sure thing. I got to see my girl again, after all.”

You laughed between the hollow of his neck and shoulder, feeling your cheeks burn. Bucky broke away just barely to look at you with his own huge grin.

“Don't overdo it, Barnes.”

“Come on!” Peggy insisted, glancing at the watch on her wrist.

You broke away from Bucky, trying to push him to get into the car with his affianced friend, but he had other plans. In the midst of your struggle to push him away, he grabbed one of your wrists, using very little force to pull you close to his chest, his lips crashing against yours in a fleeting action, but not at all rough, barely a brush. Before you knew what happened he had already pulled away from you.

“When I get back, we have a lot to talk about.”

He never came back. He left in the next couple of days for the mission on the train and all you got back was a shattered Steve, his face dirty and sticky from all the tears he'd shed, his pleading eyes crystallizing on you the moment he had to tell you that Bucky had died. You could still remember how his voice cracked as he begged your forgiveness, repeating it over and over as if it would ease the burden he felt on his shoulders, the guilt for not being able to get him in time. You never blamed Steve for what happened, but it seemed like he did for a long time.

Reliving those memories was always a constant martyrdom. After Bucky's funeral you didn't think you could move on, but carrying all his pain in a sack of rocks, Steve assured you that they would avenge the reason Bucky had died. HYDRA. So you did and were able to carry on for a while until Steve was also declared KIA.

Peggy and Howard were a great help when you realized that you couldn't die on your own, because you healed faster than normal and could spend more time than humanly possible underwater. To say that you didn't try to leave the earthly world would be a lie, but your friends tried to help you in every way they could until you had to leave the United States. When you thought you would have to spend years hiding in Europe, Howard told you that wasn't necessary. Just staying under the radar and out of the feds' jurisdiction would be fine and he would take care of it. And one day, after spending a week in the apartment you were renting without getting out of bed for almost any reason, a knock on the door startled you.

“Correspondence,” rang through the silence of the apartment.

You only got up because you knew the mailman was wrong. You had given your address to absolutely no one and there was no way any person knew of your existence in that country. You thought you took pity on the man, when he handed you the letter and it did indeed have your name on it.

It was an acceptance letter from some university. Apparently you had enrolled to study mathematics.

You had a suspicion of what was going on, but something in your chest asked you to ignore it. The letter asked for an interview before classes started in exactly three days, and after that interview you received a letter from Peggy.

When Howard died you knew you couldn't go back to Europe. Largely because you had to find out who his killer was, but also because you wanted to watch over Peggy's life as you couldn't do for your other three friends. You were often terrified for your friend's life, especially having the job she had and dealing with all those powerful people who wouldn't hesitate for the blink of an eye to order her death.

Steve was right. You stayed with Peggy to investigate Howard's death. But you also stayed because she was the only thing you had left and you had to take care of her; you had to preserve her, to do everything you could to prevent another tragic and unnecessary death. You would've sacrificed anything in life just to allow Peggy to have the life she deserved. And so you did. You cared for her for many years, you were so attentive to her that her children called you aunt and then her grandchildren called you grandma; you were at all her family gatherings, giving gifts to her children at Christmas and celebrating each new year as you watched time pass through her eyes. Every January 1st you saw it as a win, a whole year in which so much sacrifice had been worth it.

Now… well, now everything was a bit more complicated.

Natasha had left the abandoned dam first after going over the plan one last time. You were supposed to go with Steve and Sam, even though Steve was reluctant to have you near the Winter Soldier again, as if you didn't have the same strength and agility as he did. Of course, his fear was rooted in something completely different than that, something he and Natasha had discovered with Zola.

“HYDRA spent years searching for you to recreate the super-soldier serum after the war. If not for the excellent work Peggy and Howard did, they probably would've found you more easily.”

Now, having such a palpable possibility of destroying HYDRA, you didn't think there was the slightest chance that they were still thinking about it, although Natasha stressed that it seemed to be that the soldier had two different missions when he found them in the middle of the city, one of them being that he was to keep you alive. Zhivoy, you recalled bitterly. Alive.

Steve didn't want to risk finding something else waiting for them when they reached the helicarriers, something that might lead you away from him. And yes, you understood his concern because it was the same one you'd felt for years and was more latent recently since Steve returned. But you weren't going to stand by like a fucking statue while they did all the work. You would take it upon yourself to destroy HYDRA completely and deprive them of any chance they might have to get close to Steve, you or Bucky again. Whatever you had to do, you'd do it.

“He's not the same,” you had told Steve, as you walked to the Triskelion in the company of Sam and Maria.

“But he'll remember us,” Steve assured, his hand tightly gripping the strap with which he held the shield. Steve had been repeating that to himself all day, even in front of Sam. You couldn't believe you were the one trying to maintain an objective demeanor in that situation.

“Yeah, maybe at some point. But right now it's not him, Steve,” you turned to look at him, his face fixed on the expanse of water surrounding the large building he used to work for. “He's not the Bucky we knew.”

Steve looked back at you, pausing for a moment. You knew he was mindful of it, you knew Steve was aware of how dangerous he was now; that there was a good chance he really didn't remember them and you wanted to make sure that wouldn't cloud his judgment; that he would still fight for his life.

But the resolve in his eyes didn't convince you. His lack of response fanned a hollow in your chest, your hands breaking out in a cold sweat as you stared at the empty space he left in front of you.

Steve was willing to bring him back and you were afraid of losing him.

For some reason, you felt it had to be different.

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You heard Steve's voice over the speakers, running so you could find the helicarriers exit before they took off. Steve and Sam were supposed to meet you halfway, but you were already halfway there, fighting off a few agents, and you still didn't hear them nearby. Your breath caught in your throat as one of the STRIKE agents grabbed you by the throat while another plunged an electric baton into your side, the sensation of volts coursing through your entire nervous system sending you into a momentary state of shock.

You dropped your hands to stop struggling with the agent behind you and grabbed the wrist holding the baton with an overly strong grip, snapping the bone in place and jerking your head to strike the face of the man behind you as his grip wobbled for a second. Both agents fell to the ground, two bones broken in less than a minute. You grabbed the baton before departing, hitting them both in the head barely using half your strength, knocking them unconscious instantly.

As you exited the Triskelion facility to meet the gap you would have to jump over to intercept the first helicarrier, you heard Steve and Sam's voices closer. Oh, right, you forgot to use the communicator.

“Where were you?” Steve exclaimed, running alongside Sam closer to the chasm.

“You've got blood on your neck,” Sam pointed out, before spreading his metal wings and flying off into the sky.

“Put on your communicator,” Steve asked you just before you both jumped at the same time, a feeling of emptiness planting itself in the pit of your stomach.

You landed with your legs bent and leaned forward for a spin before getting up and continuing to run alongside Steve. You rummaged in one of your pants pockets, praying that the small devices hadn't been shattered during the fights you had inside the Triskelion.

Only one was spared.

Steve barely sent you a reproachful glance, shaking his head, as you approached a horde of HYDRA agents. You barely finished putting the small communicator to your ear when the hail of bullets came in their direction. Steve grabbed your arm to pull you behind his shield until he managed to hide behind two large containers. The fight was immediate.

The group of agents split up and you jumped right in front of two of them, sliding on the ground to use the baton from below to disarm them. You knocked one of them out with the high volts of the baton and the other tried to stab you from behind, but you stopped his hand midway and flipped his arm over, a shriek of pain escaping him as his shoulder dislocated. The man fell to his knees and, lifting one leg, you half-turned to strike his face with your full tibia.

“Cap, I found the bad guys you were talking about,” you heard Sam's voice, noting that, although that communicator was working, the voice you perceived sounded distant.

“Are you okay?” you heard Steve, as he came closer and you stepped on the handle of the staff, lifting it in a single stroke so that it landed in your hand.

“Not dead yet.”

Steve nodded, though he knew Sam couldn't see him and gave you a questioning look.

“Works?” he pointed to your ear, starting to pace.

“A little bruised, but does the job.”

Your friend shook his head, starting to run inside the helicarrier.

“Cap?” you smirked.

“Don't start,” the blond spoke through his teeth, moving toward his target. “Report location.”

You nodded in his direction, heading for the first agents who appeared to obstruct his path, clearing Steve's way in the direction of the helicarrier hub.

When you were done with the agents and Steve was finally able to enter the control center, you turned your attention to the voices ringing through the communicator.

“Ah, shit,” was Sam's voice, and the next thing you heard was gunfire around the helicarrier next to it.

“Fine, but you're going with me. I don't want to let you out of my sight,” Steve had said a few hours before they left the dam, leaving no room for argument in his haughty voice.

“That's unnecessary, Steve. We'd waste too much time,” you shook your head, trying to match his stoic, stern expression.

“She's right,” Maria nodded in your direction. “There are three helicarriers and three of you.”

“No,” Steve began to rise, your eyes following the movement of his body and his blue eyes fixed on yours. “Fury delegated orders to me, and that's an order.”

You indulged Steve until you lost sight of him, understanding he had said that out of pent-up fear. You grabbed one of the weapons that had been left on the ground and passed the strap over your head. The third helicarrier was a considerable distance away at a jump. You had to pick up too much speed to even make it to the tip, but you weren't going to stand there waiting for Steve when you could be doing something more; something necessary.

So that's what you did. Steve still hadn't reported state when you started running from tip to tip, your steps getting bigger with every second until you reached the gap and picked up momentum at the tip. That was insane. You felt the emptiness in your stomach again and out of the corner of your eye you could see a couple of explosions occurring in the harbor where the helicarriers had departed from. You stretched your arms out, counting on having propelled your body far enough, fearing a deadly fall as the other edge began to look higher and higher.

“Y/N, status,” you heard Hill, your heart in your mouth.

Your mind went blank for a second, when in the midst of the adrenaline you almost didn't even feel the moment when your left hand gripped the edge of the helicarrier tightly, the aircraft moving a little farther with each passing second. You had jumped at just the right moment.

Breathing hard, you propelled yourself upward until you could plant your feet back on the runway floor and replied to Maria, “Waiting.”

Steve must've thought you were still on the helicarrier with him.

As you ran, Sam reported that he had intercepted the second helicarrier after Steve, barely recognizing their voices amidst the tussle you were having with the agents who had appeared before you could reach the control room door.

“Y/N, where are you?” the voice of Steve came over the comm, a few minutes after you took down the last agent, moving in the direction of the metal door. You felt heavily for the programming card you had taken from Steve when he had pulled you close to get behind his shield, as you heard him ask Sam if he could see you.

You were about to reach the door when the scenery abruptly changed, a body appearing out of nowhere colliding into your left side sending you crashing to the ground hard.

“Shit.”

“Y/N?”

You ignored Steve's voice, moving to push off the heavy body on top of yours. Amidst the struggle you crawled away across the floor, a hand clutching at your ankle before you could move any further.

You recognized him by the coldness that ran through your body at the contact. You could almost be sure it had burned you.

This time he wasn't wearing the mask, those blue eyes boring deep into your head, the angry expression very different from how you had seen him last time. Although you would've liked to stay longer just watching, after spending so many years suffering his death, you pulled the leg he had held captive and tried to hit him in the face, his metal arm moving faster neutralizing the hit.

At that moment you stood up arching your back, planting your feet hard and running towards the soldier before he could catch you off guard.

You tried to strike his face, but he nimbly dodged every blow, just as you dodged his. He let out a grunt of frustration as you sent him to the ground with a kick to the chest, pulling a weapon from his side that he didn't hesitate a second to point in your direction. Feeling the air caught in your throat, you moved quickly on the ground, trying to escape his bullets while managing to find a place to hide.

You heard his footsteps approaching, as you hid behind a container, stopping just on the other side, and you moved to the right side of the container when you knew he was going to jump out and surprise you from above.

His body froze for a second, which you took advantage of to jump over the dumpster and grab him from behind, the baton you had on your belt wrapped around his neck, cutting off his breathing. You tried to hold him tight as he tried to push away your grip with his metal arm, almost as strong as your push to keep him in place.

The soldier began to slow his movements, but if you hadn't been so torn between he's the Winter Soldier and he's Bucky, you would've noticed one of his hands move over his vest, grabbing the handle of a knife and burying it in your right leg hard, all the way in, causing you to gasp.

Clearly your grip wobbled, the soldier taking possession of your staff and turning around as he pulled the blade out of your leg to direct his foot towards your chest, pushing you back to the ground where you fell with a loud thud.

The wound was deep. You could feel and hear the blood pouring out of it, but you didn't just stand there as you saw him leap down from the container, raising his arms to parry his attack as he directed the knife towards your face. His face contorted and scrunched up in concentration was all you could focus on, remembering that you couldn't let him win, but you also couldn't hurt him like he wanted to hurt you. You had to be objective, yes, but the thought of hurting him once more was heartbreaking.

You struggled with his hand until he let go of the knife, using your strength and trying to ignore the sharp pain in your leg from the effort to push him to the ground beside you with your hand on his neck and your leg around his waist, lying on top of him with one leg on each side.

At that moment, as you tried to keep your arm over his neck and he tried to weaken you by hitting your sides, you heard Steve and Sam's voices again. A small panic ran through your body which was enough for the soldier to push your arm away, grabbing you by the neck with his metal arm and bringing a gun close to your face as he rose up, taking you with him, until he slammed you into a wall with great force.

You raised your hand between your bodies to move the tip of the gun, the shot falling a short distance above your head, your exorbitant eyes watching his furious expression. His metal hand closed tighter and tighter around your neck, your breath hitching, but you didn't relinquish your grip on the hand still holding the gun.

In the midst of the struggle, you brought your knee up to strike his crotch. The soldier jerked away, a whimper dying in his mouth as you moved toward him again, pushing his arm away as he pointed the gun at you again and the shot landed somewhere behind you again.

You hit him in the face with your own head, one of your hands holding his right arm with the gun and the other trying to keep his metal arm that held the knife dripping with your blood at bay. You hit him full in the nose again, but even though the blood was starting to drip down, the soldier didn't budge one bit.

“Go!” you shouted to Steve and Sam, the soldier averting his attention for a tiny moment before struggling against your grip again.

You had to break free somehow to get the card to Steve. Your body began to give way with the soldier's thrust, your boots sliding on the floor like it was marble. The soldier began to close his arms and you tried to match his strength, but the blood leaking from the wound in your leg was slowly weakening you. And it was a vibranium knife again.

Suddenly you noticed Steve running towards you, the fleeting glance costing you restraint, as the soldier raised your arms and turned you roughly, his back crashing against your chest and his metal hand burying in your chest the knife hard, moving it from side to side as he did that cold night in Siberia.

In the midst of the pain and weakness from the blood loss, you laid your head on his shoulder, the adrenaline slowly draining from your body.

“Bucky,” you whispered like a prayer, your strangled voice barely making its way out of your mouth and the soldier tensing behind you. The struggling stopped for a second.

Then his body heat disappeared. Steve must've reached and tackled the soldier without missing a beat.

“Hey, hey,” you heard Sam approaching you, kneeling beside you and taking your hand that wanted to pull the knife out of your chest. Right through the center, near the heart. That pain was no match for the disappointment that was tearing you apart inside. Maybe that time you could actually die. “Don't touch that.”

“Give the card to Steve…” you barely muttered breathlessly, one of your hands moving to pull the card out of one of your lower pants pockets. “Run.”

Sam hesitated for a few seconds, looking between your knife and the fight that was still picking up steam in the background, until he clicked his tongue and stood up.

“Don't take that knife out!”

You saw him run in the direction of Steve and the soldier, his metal wings rising in the midst of the struggle. Steve and Sam began to get the upper hand, and at some point, Steve took off in the direction of the helicarrier control center.

You dropped to the ground, watching helplessly as the soldier overpowered Sam, dislodging his wings with the force of his metal arm. The pain was too much, but Sam was completely helpless. No matter how much training he might've had, fighting the Winter Soldier was disproportionate.

So in a matter of seconds you stood up, grasping between gasps the handle of the knife and pulling it out of your chest without a second thought.

The electric current of pain that coursed through your body was unbearable, feeling as if the hollowness you constantly felt in your chest from emotions had suddenly materialized, a constant pang that coursed through you from head to toe at every microsecond, with every movement. Sam didn't even have time to react when you grabbed the soldier by the throat, burying the knife in his leg and trying to wave him off.

You could consider yourself well served if at that moment that was your death.

The soldier grabbed the arm around your neck and leaned forward, lifting you up and flipping you over onto your back, falling hard and painfully to the ground. You looked at the knife in his leg before looking at his face again. He had a couple of cuts, his expression still angry, but he seemed to hesitate as he pulled the knife out like it was nothing and watched you lying on the ground, completely at his mercy.

His hesitation brought unease to your chest.

“Bucky,” you called again, tears welling in your eyes.

The soldier only frowned, his anger momentarily fading until he seemed to remember something.

He turned to look at the control center. Before running off, he sent you another disgruntled look, just like that time on the road.

Whatever had happened after that, death or not, was extremely painful.

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tag: @samodivaa @rubyxx16

#and yeah i wrote a whole fic just to put that exact scene at the begining #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky x you #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine

[local-crying-boy]

Hi!i don't know if your ask is open,but if you feel like it,could we maybe get a Viktor with an s/o who preffers staying up and working as well unless he comes to bed with them?

Not Without You.

Gender Neutral! Reader X Viktor

A/N: You asked and I shall deliver :D

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Pairing: Viktor X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluf, established romantic relationship

Warnings: Short fic

Summary: After a long day of work, Viktor expects you to go to sleep due to the late hour, but you refuse to unless he comes up with you.

Word Count: 700

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Translations:

My dove = мой голубь

I love you = Я тебя люблю

I love you too = Я тоже тебя люблю

Love = любовь

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The two of you sat in almost complete silence, the only sound that echoed throughout the room was the scratching of pencils on paper. It was well into the night, you both knew that, the sounds of faint chatter and footsteps from outside of the lab were no longer heard.

You wondered when Viktor was going to leave, hoping that your boyfriend was actually going to go to his room this time. You didn’t mind the company, since you’d often stay up, but also worried for how how sleep Viktor was actually getting.

Viktor glanced at the clock, then turned to you, "It's late, you should be getting to your room."

You chuckled at him, "You should be heading up too, Viktor."

"Well, I have important work to be doing." He quickly said, "You know how much I have to do." He meant no malice in his statement, he had no intention to come off rude and you knew that, he was just stating a fact that you both knew.

"Then I'll stay with you and help, I'm your assistant, remember?" You smiled, pulling your chair closer to him and looking over his work, "We can split it, I have nothing to do. In all honesty, I finished my work about half an hour ago and was only proof reading it."

Viktor looked at you with concern, "любовь, you should get rest, it is important you take care of yourself."

“Not without you.” You simply said, smiling as you put your arms on the desk leaning on it as you looked at him, “Now either we can finish this now, or we head up to bed now and leave it for the morning.”

Viktor stared at you with narrowed eyes. He couldn't just abandon this important work because you wouldn't go to your room without him, right? It wasn't like he wanted to prioritise his work over his love for you, but sometimes he really did question if the work he and Jayce were doing was too important to ignore.

"You work to hard, love." You said gently, your voice as sweet as honey to his ears. "You can take a break, no body is asking you to work until you drop dead."

He had let out a small huff of air, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments. This would have been seen as a moment of annoyance to some, but with Viktor's often exhausted appearance, you've learnt over the years that it was just him being so tired that his eyelids felt too heavy to keep open.

'A sign he should take a break' you've told him several times throughout the time you have, not only worked with him, but dated him.

Viktor took a few moments to reply, he looked over at you with a small expression of shock, he sighed quietly. "You won't go to your room unless I do too, will you?"

You grinned at him, your usual bright smile that Viktor loved to see. "No, no I will not."

He let out a small smile, but you knew that a part of him just wanted for you to go to bed so that you didn’t end up developing unhealthy sleeping habits similar to his.

He shook his head as he muttered quiet words under his breath that you couldn’t make out, but you knew they wouldn’t hold any malice since you could still see that smile pulling on his lips. He stood up, hauling himself up with his cane and looked up at you.

“Come on, then.” He said with a quiet sigh, his ever so small grin still remaining on his face.

You smiled over at him and stood from your chair, walking over to the door with him on your right. The soft sound of the bottom of his cane hitting the floor and both of your shoes clicking against the ground being the only thing you could hear for a few moments.

You then turned to him with a big smirk plastered on your lips, a smile that he would never be able to get enough of. "I knew I could make you cave in."

"Congratulations, мой голубь." Viktor said with a quiet laugh. "You've bested me, then."

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[fearandhatred]

Bestie first of all good luck with your group project!!!!! Secondly im very curious about the unnamed bible fic👀 what is it about?

hello bestie thank you <3 the presentation is in 2 hours and i'm stressed the hell out so i'm answering this first to take my mind off it lol. also sorry in advance this will be quite long because i do love the concept of this fic

ask game

ok firstly idk why i said unnamed bible fic it DOES have a name i just forgot. it's called "that's the pain", taken from and inspired by the song the origin of love from hedwig and the angry inch (my favourite musical)! it's a retelling of plato's (soulmate) myth of how people used to have two faces, four arms, four legs etc. but because we were proud and disobedient, zeus split us in two and so now we spend our lives trying to find our other half.

so this fic was intended to be something like that but about angels instead: angels used to have multiple heads and limbs but because some of them decided to rebel, god split them apart as punishment and cast half of them down to be demons, then wiped all memory of how they used to be. the premise is that crowley and aziraphale used to be one being that was split apart, and when they're both in the garden of eden they feel this inexplicable pull towards each other which leads to them meeting on the wall. both of them attribute this feeling to them being on opposite sides and thus not being allowed to be near each other, and aziraphale takes it as a sign that they should not be talking which is like one of the conflict points of this fic. and thus begins the next 6000 years lol.

and i called it a bible fic because i was gonna write it bible style HAHA. i kind of ditched this whole fic because i wasn't sure how sustainable that was going to be and so i didn't know if i would have to change to prose at some point.

anyway i did share some snippets last time but i'll just put them here again. this is from near the beginning of the first book of said fic bible, called apochorismós, which roughly translates to separation in greek.

Apochorismós 1:7-16

⁷But on an indiscriminate day, the day to eclipse all days, an angel spoke out against the Lord, for he had pondered his position in heaven and deemed the rule of God to be insufficient. ⁸And he, Lucifer, angel of the highest order, with his two pairs of wings and eyes and arms and legs, said unto the other angels: "The Lord claims that He extends his grace to all beings, for He is mighty, and the one true God to rule over all others. But who has determined it to be so? ⁹He has endowed us with knowledge, and knowledge seeks change, and unto us what follows shall be the natural order of things. And so I will ascend to the throne, above God and the stars, and all of creation shall play by my hand." ¹⁰And God heard of the words of the angel Lucifer, and burned with righteous fury. ¹¹"I am displeased," God said unto all the angels, "for you have sinned. A sin come upon one who remains unquestioned is a sin upon all, and for this sin you shall be ripped apart, for cursed now is the sacred ground on which you walk. ¹²"This is your punishment: through strength and defiance you have separated yourselves, and only through strength and defiance shall you return." ¹³And from a mighty hand shot bolts of lightning that cut right through the angels and split them in parts. And all orders of angels split apart, until they had one pair of eyes, and one pair of arms and legs and wings. ¹⁴And the Lord cast out the angels who were with Lucifer to roam the salty ground of the earth. These were the fallen. And He made it so that the angels and demons alike did not remember they had once been joined together, in body and in spirit. ¹⁵Such was the natural order of things. ¹⁶Then came the first war.

Apochorismós 2:19-20

¹⁹The serpent felt injustice at his words, but did not speak against them. "Perhaps it was the plan to have you give away your sword," he said, in sarcasm. "And when His plan has finally been fulfilled, may that fill the unsettling emptiness and misery within my belly." ²⁰''You feel that as well, then?" The angel asked, surprised, as he had felt the same for all the days of heaven and also as guardian of the gate. "It is worse with you near."

ok that's all. sorry for the rant i went insane but also now i'm thinking about how i could incorporate hanahaki into this

#fearandhatred #fearandasks #fearandfics #thank u for the ask <333 #this is pretty much almost all i've written for this fic lol #i didn't have a solid direction of where i wanted to take this but... if i can make hanahaki work with this premise............. #the gears are turning #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #writing

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Burning Ice

Fandom: Marvel: Loki (TVA era specifically) Summary: Loki is feeling a little overworked and under the weather... and then he really takes a nose dive. Not to fear, the TVA's best agent is on the case! CW: s2 spoiler mentioned in passing but not discussed in depth mess (spray), handkerchief, fever, whump, negative self-talk, Jotun Loki, crying (I feel like I'm missing tags, let me know if I can do better!) Word Count: 2223 words MINORS DNI Author Note: Blue Loki makes an appearance... This is very much a fever fic with snz IMO so... do with that what you will. Translation: "Streð mik" means "fuck me" in Old Norse, according to my 5 minutes of internet searching.

Standing before the beverage machine, Loki rubbed scathingly at his temples, which quickly turned into a rub of tired eyes. With work at the TVA piling up, Loki began to feel significantly less and less God-like. He sniffed and turned the dial on the blasted machine for a cup of tea for something to soothe his aching throat. It had been like this since he woke up this morning.

Dry, aching, scratchy. He turned his head to suppress a slight cough into his shoulder as the drink machine sputtered out the last of his black tea. It was nothing like the luxurious herbal remedies of home, but it would have to do. He pushed back his long, dark hair from his face and turned to head back to his cubical with the cup in hand.

Loki eased back down into the desk chair with a little sigh through his mouth, not currently trusting his nose. It had been rather congested since this morning as well. He sipped at the tea, grimacing when it tasted like half-flavored leaf water and moved a few files to set down the cup.

The steam still coming off the cup had gotten his nose running, however, and with the runes blocking his magic now broken… He summoned a handkerchief in a small flash of green and instantly felt like he’d run a mile. A little gasp was punched out of him, and he slumped in his chair, clinging tight to that handkerchief he’d conjured. Delicate with green and gold embroidery.

“You doing magic over there? Thought we agreed that was for emergencies only?” said Mobius suddenly.

For a split second, Loki gathered the soft cloth into a tight fist to hide it from view as he glanced up only to find Mobius hadn’t bothered to poke his head over. He must have only noticed the flash of green from his magic. Perceptive, Loki would indeed give him that.

“Just a small charm, I assure you. Nothing nefarious. I just-” Loki abruptly cut his sentence short as he felt a burning tingle in his sinuses. No. This was absolutely not the time for this. It didn’t seem like his body cared much for his whims at the moment, however, as he sucked in a sudden and sharp hitch of breath. “J-huh-! H’TSHue!”

In an instant, the handkerchief flew to his face to try and catch the spray. “Pardon me,” He mumbled, giving a little sniff and wiping as he spotted Mobius now pop up like Rattatosk the squirrel.

As he balled up the handkerchief once more in his hand, Loki sniffled and reached for the still-steaming cup of tea. All the while, he could feel Mobius’ eyes on him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “I believe the phrase is take a picture; it’ll last longer.” He scoffs over the top of his cup before having another sip of the disappointing liquid.

“You’re sick,” Mobius says, blinking a few times at Loki, who stubbornly meets the agent’s gaze only to find… concern.

“I’m fine,” Loki assured him quickly and set down his cup to resume his lengthy dig into all the paperwork he had left to finish.

While Loki may not have been directly watching Mobius, he was privy to every movement of his coworker from the corner of his eye. The silver-haired man had moved out of his cubical to stand at the edge of Loki’s. “Like the time you were time slipping kind of fine?”

Now Mobius was leaning on his desk, invading Loki’s personal space in a sense, and the god reared his head back like a snake.

“It’s fine, Mobius.”

“’Cause you don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine.”

“You look like you’ve been hit by a bus. No offense.”

An exhausted little sigh slipped out of Loki, who pinched the bridge of his nose. This time, Loki’s voice came out softer, with less defensive venom. “I’m alright, just tired, and want to finish this paperwork.”

Mobius was crossing his arms across his chest and frowning at him. “Alright,” He pats Loki’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before turning to leave. “I’ll let you work on that.” As Mobius was about to round the corner out of sight, he called over his shoulder, “Be back in a little while!”

Loki blinked sluggishly at his coworker’s odd behavior, frankly too tired to think too hard about it. He sniffled again and grimaced at the sound of it now, rather glad to be alone after the wet snuffle.

The realization he was alone now was a somber one. Still, he was grateful in a way. Mobius didn’t have to be around to witness his misery.

His misery seemed only doomed to increase as the tickle in his nose reignited after a quick swipe with the handkerchief. “Hh’etchhue! Huh… hhh-! Ugh… Streð mik.” Loki swears under his breath, bringing the cloth to his quickly reddening nose. Even with the soft handkerchief he’d conjured, the steady sheen of mess around the rim of his nostrils demanded constant attention.

So much so he could barely work. And when he wasn’t working, he was sneezing or coughing into his handkerchief. It went on like that for a good hour or so.

Just as he could feel that tickle starting to swell in the depths of his nasal passages again, making his lungs stutter in their rhythm for a moment, he heard footsteps. Panic flares in Loki’s chest. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed, how little he’d gotten done, how poor the quality of his craft would Odin…

“Hey… Woah,” Mobius had a hand on his shoulder and was turning him in his seat. Mobius. Not Odin, like his mind had been screaming in fear.

Loki rattled out a hefty sigh of relief and sagged a little. “It’s just you…”

Mobius looked perplexed for a few seconds, a steaming travel cup in one hand and a bag tucked under his arm. “Yeah, just me, pal. You sure you’re feeling alright?” One of the agent's hands came up to feel Loki’s forehead. “That’s some fever. When were you gonna tell me you weren’t feeling great?”

A thick, almost gurgling snuffle comes from Loki, and he grimaces at himself before lifting the soft cloth to scrub at his itchy nose some more. “I wasd’t- oh for…” He gives his nose a quick, productive blow into the handkerchief and groans a little afterward. “I wasn’t planning on telling you… I thought I’d finish up here and ride this out somewhere quiet alone.”

The expression on Mobius’ face looked pained to Loki, though he struggled to piece together why at the moment. Different theories danced around in his mind until he realized Mobius was speaking to him. “- take you somewhere to eat this and lay down. How’s that sound?”

Loki gives a slight hum of acknowledgment to agree to whatever Mobius is saying. Trusting that whatever Mobius has in store for him is good news, Loki gets to his feet only to sway slightly. “Woah- I’m alright.” He says quickly, assuring Mobius, who had shot out a hand to rest on his lower back. “What did you say we were doing?”

They were already walking down hallways and making too many turns for Loki’s fevered brain to even begin to try and comprehend.

“Somewhere comfortable for you to rest a while,” Mobius answered him and patted his back a little. “And somewhere you can drink this tea and eat this nice soup I went and got you.” Soon enough, they entered into a comfortable enough-looking room that had a bed. It was similar enough to a plain bedroom with 70’s era-looking TVA technology.

Right away, Mobius went to set down the cup and bag of food before checking the room’s thermostat. “You Norse Gods like it warm, I guess? Or do you have like… an eternal summer?”

The innocent ignorance made Loki smile a little to himself as he moved further into the room, taking it all in curiously. “We have seasons on Asgard, but no… I like it a little colder.” He admits, nostrils suddenly twitching as that tickle rears its head again while his chest swells. “Hh-! Oh, come on, now? R-Realleh’Tshh! Ng’XtSHue! EgH’Tshiew! Huh…”

Loki had been sluggish, and his reaction too slow to cover entirely, misting the air in front of him with his sneezes. “I’m terribly sorry, Mobius.” 

 “Bless you, nothing to be sorry for. You’re sick.” Mobius waved a hand at him after having set the temperature for the room to be a bit cooler than average. “There. Maybe that’ll help that fever, too. Try the tea. Heard you coughing from down the hall.”

By now, Loki was easing onto the bed to sit and hesitantly reached out to peek into the travel cup. “Trusting you not to poison me.” He jested, raising the cup to Mobius before taking a sip and letting out a delighted groan when the tea tasted divine. Even with his nose practically stopped up, he could taste it. “Mobius, this is fantastic. Where did you get this?”

The agent rocked on his heels with his hands in his pockets, smiling slightly. “Secret little café I know of. The soup is from a place nearby. I’ve been trying to figure out your taste profile. You’re not necessarily a fancy guy, but you’re a quality guy, I think.” The smile on Mobius’ face is almost playful, and if Loki had the energy, he’d make it into a verbal sparring match.

“Perhaps I am. Thank you, Mobius. For all of this.” Loki murmurs quietly and sips at the tea some more, letting the delightfully herbal wave wash over and soothe his sore throat.

Mobius took his hands out of his pockets and sat on the edge of the bed beside Loki. “Y’know, for some reason, it never occurred to me that you could get sick… I just- I guess I just figured you couldn’t.” And the look on Mobius’ face could only be described as… remorseful.

Still, Loki struggled to understand why.

“I got sick rather a lot as a child, actually,” Loki says quietly, not even sure why he’s saying it. Something is making his tongue feel loose, and for a moment, he does wonder if Mobius poisoned him. “Strength is heavily prized where I come from. Strength, health, and physicality… in Asgard and Jotunheim. I was abandoned for being-” The tears welling in his eyes were against his will, and Loki could feel the tightness in his throat as he struggled to breathe through the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

A warm hand reaches out to rest on his thigh and squeezes gently. “For being sick…” Mobius finished quietly as he put the pieces together. It was only then Loki realized Mobius was probably one of the few who had ever bothered to look for Odin, gathering him up as a child on the Sacred Timeline.

“Is that why you didn’t tell me?” The agent asked him quietly, to which Loki gave a slow nod, sniffling against the renewed congestion that had only gotten worse with the tears now streaming down his cheeks.

A bitter little laugh escaped Loki, who tried to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, eyes red from crying, but perhaps also just a shade redder than that. “I’m quite the Jotun runt. So small I fit in with the average-sized Aesir or Midgardian. I mean I’m…” The tears began to redouble as Loki felt woozy, practically hysterical.

Then, all at once, he let the façade drop.

Pale skin drained of any color it had left to a blue hue, and the ridged and raised lines of Jotun markings appeared. Loki fixed a red-eyed gaze upon Mobius, who stared back with those increasingly painfully kind eyes. Part of Loki wanted nothing more than to lash out. To demand to know why he wasn’t recoiling.

“I’m pathetic…” he finished softly.

Mobius scooted closer to him on the bed and wrapped an arm around him, Loki finding himself sinking into that warmth with shocking ease. “If even Gods get sick, then I think we all deserve sick days, huh? How about it?” A warm hand rubbed slowly at his back, and Loki leaned further into Mobius. “I’m not going anywhere, Loki. Just rest. I’ve got you.”

Already, Mobius was gently extracting the travel cup from his limp blue fingers, and Loki was fading against his friend’s shoulder, feeling utterly exhausted and fevered. “Wake me if we get a case…” He mumbles softly. “I’ll be… fine.”

“Okay, Loki,” Mobius said soothingly, gently helping ease him back into the bed to lie underneath the blankets.

Still, a blue hand shot out to grip Mobius’ wrist tightly. “Don’t go?” He pleaded desperately, afraid he’d be left alone now that he was tucked in and settled.

“Hey, hey, I’m not going. I’m right here. Look.” Mobius kicked off his work shoes much like he’d slid off Loki’s and slid right into bed next to him. “See? Right here. By your side.” Their hands clasped together on top of Loki’s slowly rising and falling chest while the God of Mischief sniffled thickly.

“Thank you, Mobius.” And just like that, Loki’s eyes fluttered closed, and he was out like a snuffed torch.

#snz #snzfic #fever whump #fever fic #L/oki #mess #tw mess #handkerchief #whump #whump writing

[ggomos-maribat]

The Consequences of Her Visit

Part 3 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

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Danny dragged his feet to the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water. This time, he wasn't deprived of any sleep; he'd snored his way through the entire afternoon after a particularly long morning of attending to kingly duties.

He threaded his fingers through his hair. The day marked four months since he had last heard from his mother. Her last letter had informed him about the situation of the League: the members had split into two main factions, one in support of a new leader and one in support of Talia and Nyssa's current rule. Talia never made her letters lengthy or personal, but Danny found comfort in receiving them. It told him that his mother was at least alive. 

The hairs on the back of his head abruptly stood on end when he sensed a presence by the kitchen table. 

"Dani, I told you to tell me first before you suddenly drop by," he sighed. 

But when he was met with no snark, no reply, he whipped around to see an unexpected guest. "Amira? What are you doing here?" 

Marinette gave him a gentle smile. "Sorry, I just . . . I needed to see you. It's been four months." 

"Since the letters." Danny moved around the kitchen to prepare hot drinks for the both of them. 

"Yeah." Marinette cast her gaze down. "I can't really visit Damian without compromising our identities so I thought I should come to you." 

Danny shared her sentiments. He already had half the mind to fly to Paris or Gotham out of paranoia but held back, thinking of it as a reckless move. But he was more than relieved to have his sister visit. 

He repeated the words from the last letter. "The League is split into two factions. She's probably occupied with that, right?" 

"I imagine she's taking precautions so the other faction cannot trace us." 

Excuses to reassure themselves. Danny had already known the fact that death was inevitable for any of them—they were a family of assassins after all. But he didn't know if he'd be able to accept it when it did happen. He swallowed down the bitter lump in his throat. Cross the bridge when you get there. Don't think about that right now. 

He took the steaming mugs of coffee, handing Marinette one much to her delight. He wasn't unfamiliar with her addiction to caffeine but he had the same tendencies so he was happy to indulge her. 

"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay here?" Marinette shot a wary look at the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. 

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad can't be woken up even if there's a ghost and Jazz just pulled an all nighter so she's knocked out," Danny explained and Marinette hummed in reply. 

He often wondered if she felt any different shifting into a new family. In his first days with the Fentons, there was a strange feeling accompanied by being the youngest as a transition from being one of a set of triplets. 

"Is there anything bothering you?" asked Marinette, sipping on her drink. Translation: has anyone targeted you? 

"Nothing really. The usual," he shrugged. "Ember, Technus, Fright Knight. They're minor inconveniences at this point. What about you?"  

"Hawkmoth's still Hawkmoth," said Marinette. "But, um, my partner and I are handling things better. We're together now." 

Danny made a mental note to arrange a shovel talk later on when he saw a pink blush dusting her cheeks.  

"I'm worried about you," he confessed, "I was thinking . . . Rogues will always be in Gotham and ghosts won't cease to exist here but you—you can defeat the villain in your city. There's an end to his reign. If we can help out in uncovering his identity, Paris will be at peace again." 

"It's too dangerous. I'm sorry, akhi." 

Danny took a sip from his cup. Just like that, his help was turned down. 

With his luck, footsteps sounded from the staircase. He scrambled to get Marinette into a hiding place but she was faster, effortlessly slipping inside a cabinet. Danny had just enough time to push back her chair and bring her mug next to his when Jack entered the kitchen. 

"Whatcha you doing up, son?" Jack asked. Danny pretended not to notice that his adoptive father was all geared up. 

"Can't sleep." Danny forced out a faux smile. "It's nothing bad." 

"Why do you have two cups of coffee?" 

"Uhmmm, I like to have an extra just in case." He pulled the other mug closer to his. 

Thankfully, Jack didn't seem to think twice about it. "Well, your mom and I are driving over to Springfield. One of our ghost sensors went off there and we're gonna test our newest invention!" 

"You're going right now? At this hour?" Another ghost-hunting trip. What did he expect? 

"Yup!" As if on cue, more footsteps padded down the stairs. Most likely it was Maddie, who was loading their equipment into the truck. "Who knows, we might be able to catch that sneaky Phantom!" 

A chill passed over Danny's spine. The fact that Marinette was hearing how obsessed the two were about hunting down Phantom wasn't good. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table. "Doesn't he stay in Amity Park though?" 

"You never know." Jack dug into his pocket and handed him a few bills. "Here's a lil' something for you. Get yourself something nice while we're out." 

Danny looked down at the allowance left for them. It was barely enough to buy them groceries to last a whole weekend. Jack, as usual, didn't seem to realize this and only ruffled his hair before heading out the front door. In less than a minute, the RV was speeding down the street. 

And Marinette was out from her hiding spot. 

"Danny, what was that?" He couldn't meet her eyes as she asked the dreaded question. 

"What was what?" 

"Are your parents always like that?" Her tone was firmer, voice louder. 

He didn't answer. Marinette moved closer to him and he knew—he knew—she was analyzing him, watching his every move to read the answer from him. "Danny. Danyal." She clutched the edge of the table. "What was that?" 

He had told his siblings about how he came to be a Halfa, but he only mentioned in passing that his parents were hunters. He chose to omit their neglect, and preferred to just live with it. "Jack and Maddie care about catching ghosts more than us," he told his sister quietly, "But they're good people, amira." 

"But what he said about Phantom." Venom laced her words. "How can they be so reckless? What about you? You're a good person, don't they see that?" 

Danny opened his mouth and clamped it shut. Ancients, what am I supposed to say? 'We're used to it'? He braved a look at her eyes and found them flowing with emotion, perhaps even more than what she could show back in Paris. 

"They don't know you're . . ." 

"No, they don't." 

"But Jazz knows, right?" She took a seat, accepting her cup again. 

"Yes, and she's been taking care of me ever since." He reached across to squeeze her hand. "It's okay, we're okay right now. As soon as Jazz finishes college and saves up enough money, we'll be out of this house." 

"Why didn't you tell us you've been living like this?" Her face was red, her irises were watery and her fingers shook. Marinette was good at concealing her emotions, but she was better at expressing them at the right times.  

"The same reason why we lie about our past," Danny answered solemnly. "You understand that, don't you?" 

A harsh glare was directed at him. "Yes, we lie to other people but that doesn't mean you lie to us. No matter what you think of the situation, it's dangerous for you. And don't say you didn't want to worry me and akhi, because we're always worried." 

His shoulders sagged. He did want to tell them but only when he had settled on a new life. "I'm sorry." 

Marinette heaved out a sigh, and it that second Danny felt like he was the youngest, fresh out of a scolding. She sipped on her coffee to calm herself down, rubbing away the tears from her eyes. "You know akhi will skin you alive, right?" 

His lips quirked up into a smile. "It's not like I'm not already half-dead." 

"Danyal." 

"I know, I know." His smile stretched wider. "Are you going to tell him?" 

Marinette huffed. "I should." 

"I'll tell him myself. Later today." He downed the last of his coffee, savoring the sweet taste. 

"What?" 

"You said it's difficult to visit Damian, but it's less risky if it's me. I'll drop by Gotham, check on him, and ask if he's heard anything from the League or Mother," he vowed. "Then I'll come clean." 

Marinette's lips curled. ". . . Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I'll make it quick and give you an update after." Plus, I can always overshadow akhi if it doesn't go well. Or disappear right away. 

----

Danny didn't find his brother in manor, so he opted to track his location to the Botanical Gardens where he saw Damian with Titus. He swiftly checked if he was truly alone before jotting down a coded message on a broad leaf. He dropped the leaf on the page Damian was sketching on, and the latter quickly deemed the coast clear. 

"Hey, akhi." Danny carefully sat down beside his brother. The setup and timing were too perfect. 

It was almost as if Damian was expecting him. 

"Amira told you, didn't she?" Danny said with a wince. 

"She concisely summarized what transpired during her visit." Damian paused his sketching, patting Titus' head who seemed to be interested in Danny's presence. "Now explain." 

Of course she'd snitch on me, Danny grumbled to himself. But then again, I promised to tell Damian. "It's exactly how it is. My adoptive parents . . . aren't the best parents. Ghost hunting has always been the topmost priority for them and Jazz has been the one taking care of me for as long as I remember." 

"Why were you keeping this from us?" 

Danny's leg bounced up and down. From their childhood, it was always Damian who asserted his elder position among the three, despite being born only three minutes before Danny. Danny always thought his brother was subconsciously pressured to be the one in charge, along with the obligation of being the League's heir. 

"Because . . . it's too messy to deal with it. I don't want court cases linked to us or CPS knocking at our door," Danny replied. "And it's better this way. They don't care too much if I'm out late or missing for a few days. At least Jazz and I have the freedom to deal with our lives, especially ghost-fighting." 

Danny looked at his brother. He hadn't torn his gaze away from the page, continuing to draw the pink hydrangeas in front of them. Danny leaned back. "There's also the Guys In White." 

"Guys in White?" 

"A secret government organization dedicated to eliminating ghosts." The awful memories filled his head one by one. "If Jack and Maddie are out of the picture, they might come for me and Jazz or confiscate their hunting equipment. I don't need more ghosts falling into their hands." 

Danny laughed humorlessly. "So I guess our parents' neglect is a double-edged sword in that way." 

He felt his eyes shifting in color as he imagined what the GIW could do to them and his subjects. Damian clearly sensed his anxiety as he didn't pry any further about the organization (though Danny knew his akhi would be doing a lot of incognito research later on). 

". . . I see," Damian finally uttered after moments in silence. 

Danny cocked an eyebrow. "That's it? 'I see'? You're not going to skin me?" 

"Tt. I trust that you and Jasmine know what you're doing and I see no need to interfere . . . yet." A scowl flashed on his face. "Also, I refuse to be a victim of your possession again." 

Danny blinked. He anticipated blood. A bruise or two at least. But a calm Damian was more terrifying; he took it as a promise that his brother will retaliate if ever anything happens to him under the care of his adoptive parents. 

Nonetheless, he was glad he could finally confide in his siblings about his situation and give them more clarity on his double life as a Halfa. 

"Overshadowing," Danny corrected, snorting. "That was one time! I didn't know where to hide." 

"You made a fool out of me in front of Kent." 

"Come on, he totally bought it!"  

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[mentallyshattered]

This is part 3 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

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"Myaah, keep going!"

"Non, chat. You no longer need to be brushed. Vil, how is Yuu's hair coming along?"

Vil sighs. I've noticed he does that a lot. "Not as well as I thought, Rook. Even though the top layer was absurdly thick, the lower layers don't look much better. This is going to take longer than I expected."

I look up and into the mirror in front of me. Vil has cut my hair short, but the process of detangling the remaining mat of hair has caused the detangled hair to be noticeably longer than what's still a total mess. I'd say the hair he's worked through is about 4 inches, just long enough to cover my ears.

"Say, Monseur Mystery, how did you guess Monseur Chat's name?"

"Well..." I hesitate. Even now, the thoughts of his death still hurt. "When I was living in my world, I found a cat. He was my only friend. He was an alley cat, but chubby- not in a concerning or limiting way, just in a cute way- and he was grey with a large patch of white fur on his front, and his tail faded into black at the end, and... he had polydactly. I think that's what it's called, at least. Do you guys know what that is?"

"Nope!" Grim's reply is cheerful, like an island of comfort in a sea of mourning.

"Well, it's a condition where your limbs split off into multiple limbs. So, a two-tipped finger or extra toe or something. Well, my cat had it on the end of his tail. It looked, " I pause, reaching my hand toward Grim and trying, failing, to hold back tears. "Into three. A trident tail, just like this." I'm holding his tail in my hand now, careful, like he might break just as my voice is doing now. I can hardly speak through the lump in my throat, but I can speak.

"A-and that cat's name was Grim. And he was hit by a car when he was eight, and I've never been the same." I'm crying now, my eyes reduced to floodgates and my voice to a wreck. Vil is hugging me, his arms bringing some sense of safe to me, but that sense of safe pales in comparison to the comfort of holding Grim in my arms. His fur is soft, much softer now that he's been brushed, and Rook has joined the hug.

We stay there, just like that, for what feels like forever. Vil's arms are strong around me, as are Rook's, and I'm holding Grim again, and I don't want to lose him again. I can't. I barely survived the first time; I can't survive a second. The guilt would kill me.

"I guessed his name, too. I didn't know how. It just felt right. But... Yuu, you kind of remind me of someone. Another human. He fed me in my dreams, and his name was Yuu, and we were great friends, but one day he just stopped showing up. I never saw him again." Grim's previously sad face brightens a little, like a tea candle with just enough air to burn. "You look a lot like him, but older. Maybe... maybe he was you."

The tears come back. I let them. This time, they're happy tears, and Grim is crying them, too. Vil allows a few more minutes to pass, just like that, before he lets go and resumes his task of unmatting the other half of my hair. Rook pulls away, too, and waves his magic pen.

A tape measure, like you see tailors using in movies, appears in the air in front of him for him to wrap around my waist with skillful hands. Soon, he's removed the tape measure from my waist in favor of wraping it around my chest, and then my arms, and then Vil tells him off for doing something unnecessary.

I laugh. "Say, Monseur Mystery, have you tried to use magic since you arrived?"

I ponder. "Not really."

Rook chuckles. "Facinating."

"Are you okay with others being let into the room, Yuu?" Vil's voice is soft and soothing. I'm a little jealous, but who cares?

"Go right ahead." The lump in my throat is gone now that Grim is purring happily in my arms, just enjoying the sensation of being pet. Rook leaves the room- still holding his tape measure, I notice- and the door shuts behind him. Surprisingly, I don't hear his footsteps as he walks away, even before the door is closed and blocking my view.

Less than a minute later, the door opens again, revealing Rook, Korrak, and Korrak's familiar, whose name I do not yet know. Rook waves his pen, cleaning the cat brush with magic, and starts brushing the strange oppossum as he brushed Grim.

"Hey, what's your name? I'm Grim!"

"Call me Mandible."

Well, I guess I have a name to go with both of my roommates now. Unlike Grim, Mandible needs only a few minutes of brushing before his fur is even and soft, at which point Rook measures him, waves his pen, and voilá: five small stacks of clothing appear on the counter.

"What are those?" Mandible is already poking at the piles by the time he thinks to ask. I wasn't expecting Mandible to be more talkative than Korrak, but I guess Grim and I are no better.

"Uniforms! The white one is a lab coat for alchemy, the violet one is a dorm uniform, the one next to the lab coat is a PE uniform, the one next to the dorm uniform is a school uniform, and the one in between the dorm clothes and lab coat are some ceremonial robes. All are sized exactly for Monseur Opossum, of course." Rook looks quite proud of himself.

"Myaah, neato! Do I get some?"

"But of course, Monseur Chat! If you'll allow me a moment..." Rook starts measuring Grim just like he did with Mandible, and Vil lets out a triumphant "Hah!"

"Finally conquered my hair?"

"Not entirely, but I'm done with the hard part." With this, Vil pulls out a brush- not a cat brush, just a regular human brush- and starts running it through my hair in a soothing rhythm. Tired from the short day's events, I allow it to lull me to sleep.

#tw pet death #tw pet loss #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst vil #twst rook #twst grim #m!yuu #twst yuu #tw mentions of death #tw suicidality #what if yuu didn't want to go back #part 3

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Dont tease me, great sage

The rise of a new gear sage was a once in a lifetime occurrence that was filled with joy and promises of prosperity for the akademia but for al-haitham it was the beginning of another headache.

Wc: 3k

Notes: honestly i started out really liking the idea and starting with fluff in mind, then it turned to hurt confort then to angst and somewhere along there I just wanted to finish and gave it an open ending hahaha

Other than that it's just al-haitham acting as an intj and reader trying to flirt but failing

As if the stars combined themselves just right to bother him, al-haitham was given the 'honor' to lead a translation team because the guy that was chosen not too long ago became a father. And if that was little the newest great sage seemed more interested in playing 'love island' around his section than working. He sighs only thinking about you and your bothersome behavior

To the meetings where he would explain the findings of his team as the leader

" Well, this book is… this book represents the, the early beliefs of-" it seemed that even with the prior knowledge of the meeting he wasn't able to complete everything for the exposition without pulling several all nighters in a row and his brain still was foggy from sleep regardless of how many cups of coffee he gulped down

He was grateful enough that none of the sages had commented or noticed his behavior until he felt a cryo slime slide down his spine and a evil laugh leave you, the newest sage and the person he was looking at when he was presenting the findings

He swears he saw an evil grin split your face and darkness crowd your face "Aww, you’re stuttering so much, are you going to explain the book or confess to me?"

Al-haitham was taken aback, and was half a step away from entering a crisis until you laughed out

" Hahahaha, don't be so nervous, I'm just pulling your leg~!" You lean back in the chair and look towards the other three grand sages that joined the meeting " how about we give him 30 minutes to sleep or something before we resume, in the meantime we can go to that cafe your assistant told me about"

" Oh! I think he didn't mean it as a recommendation but that is a wise idea, right now there is little people "

" I heard they brought mondstrat juice yesterday, we could go" the oldest sage answers, scratching his beard " well, of course, only if the scribe agrees to this little break

Al-haitham is dubious about the scenario he was in right now, he has heard of teachers offering the choice to their students but failing them or kicking them out of the study program of they took it

" If that is what the sages want i can't prohibit you" opting for a neutral choice he sips his almost empty coffee mug as if he didn't care

Putting on the coat that was resting on the chair's back you sit up "well~ he said he doesn't mind, and it isn't as if there were more expositions left today, we can take as much as we want~" you stretch your back and head to the door slowly to leave time for the other two to refuse your offer

The oldest of the bunch searchs inside his bag and grabs a leather wallet, already sighing " I guess as the oldest amongst us I have to pay fifty percent of the bill, again?"

The two of them walk out of the room, leaving him and you alone " well, you earned yourself 30 or so minutes so make the best out of them" for one second al-haitham is purely relieved to be able to sleep even if only a few minutes but the little smile you have annoys him already

" Well, see you soon, handsome" you say as you leave the room. Al-haitham can already feel his eye twitching at the same rhythm of your laughs. He isn't very sure whether you are laughing at him, about calling him handsome or about this being of your recurrent 'jokes' that left some scholars blushing and close to passing out

Sitting down on one if the wooden chair and lifting his feet on another chair

Soon after he hears the quick drag of clothes and sandals inside the room and he closes his eyes to fake being asleep "sir al-haitham?" He recognizes that voice, it's the young assistant that the oldest sage took in soon ago. He remembers hearing something about an affair with a desert woman and a love child but he didn't care about it that much " do you know where sir Namkuzu and sage YN went?"

He only grunted some loose words like cafe, juice and Mondstrat to which he heard a small gasp followed by a light pitter patter against the floor

" Oh, I forgot to say thank-" Gitlam, the secretary, pops his head inside but finds him asleep so he soon leaves to join you three in the cafe

Or how annoying you are talking about things he doesn't care or have the slightest interest in

It's now 6 pm and his team takes another break to have a light snack and some coffee, he stays behind a bit, sorting some papers and some admissions requests but after a good 30 minutes he heads to the room that was filled with his team members

" Oh! Al-Haitham is here, someone pour him a cup of coffee!" Someone quickly yells from the tables of behind to which someone sits up and head to the table only to lift an empty pot

" There is nothing left"

He sighs tiredly " I will go ask if there is any coffee in the back, all of you return to work" quickly getting away the researchers returned to their stations and started reviewing material

" Oh?" The dreaded voice came from the door " is there no coffee?" To which Al-haitham nodded " why don't you try this" you press a tea bag In front of his face the slightly floral scent tickling his nose

" I don't drink thing if dubious source"

"Ah!" You grasp your chest, as if his words had somehow physically broken it in two pieces " you hurt me deeply! I just want to share my beloved tea but you must be so mean towards me. I'm going to cry for real!"

" If i drink it will you stop bothering"

" As soon as you finish drinking i won't bother you no more"

Al-haitham unpacks the tea bag and pours hot water over. He grabs the mug and sets himself in the table facing the window, hopeful that he might be able to catch up on some reading but his natural light source suddenly went dark, only to lift his eyes and see you smiling

" Did you know those leaves are special? These are so hard to come by because the leaves are picked while they are still young and supple" al-haitham looks straight intro your eyes, trying to find if you were planning on stopping

" Those flowers are quite good themselves, they are qingxing in full bloom, quite hard to collect" looking at the water slowly infusing with the tea al-haitham doesn't wait one second and chugs the barely brewed tea

"Ah!" You yelp when you see him, eyes wide with surprise

" Thanks for showing your kindness, great sage" he cleans his mouth, and leaving the break room "I will return to work in mediately" he sees the other way and finds the sage Namkuzu and Gitlam talking towards him, or the room he was standing in front of, specially

Slowly walking towards the wing his team was in and in the distance he hears a muffled 'oh? What is this tea?'

Or how bothersome you were when you came to his desk every day to leave a cup of coffee

" Good morning ~" a singsong voice says from above him and al-haitham doesn't look up

" Don't be rude! When someone speaks with you at least reject them face to face"

His green eyes focus on your own " leave." Before returning to his work

"Tsk! And here I was, giving you a coffee as a nice gesture!"

" You have been coming here to bring me coffee for the last three weeks. It has gotten old at this point"

" If you keep this up you are going to die alone, ya know?"

" Cut it" a smile rises to your mouth as you start poking his arm

"Oooh~, do I annoy you?"

"As much as usual."

"Oooh, aren't you the cutest? This time you didn't tell me to eat a wither zone core~"

He directly ignores you " whatever I'm leaving, i have to finish some paperwork".

"Wow. You work? I haven't seen you grab one pen in at least a good three months "

"Quit it! Your smart mouth is going to get you in problems at some point"

He only musters a light smile " whatever you say"

" I should tell gizzal to fire you and hire someone nicer!"

" As if you would" he pinches your arm " we both know you would get bored"

Or that time you were almost begging on your knees because you forgot your coat and it was raining

" Al-haitham!" You say animatedly and louder than usual to try and be heard above the noise of the rain hitting the windows "you know you are my favorite scribe, right?~"

your smile was tight against your face, he already knows that face from the students trying to ask him to accept their request even when they forgot to fill the paperwork. Bracing himself for the whatever you were going to ask

"can you-?"

"No"

" Can you at least let me finish talking?!"

" Fine. What do you want?"

" Can you lend me your jacket? It's raining and I need to run an errand really quick and-"

"No"

" You have a vision! you can better withstand the environment! Plus it's just for 40-! No 30 minutes, pleasee!"

"And? I don't care. I also want to leave in five minutes at worst"

Al-haitham notices namkuzu and Gitlam walking down the hallway and the sage sending his assistant before he starts walking again

Gitlam quickly ran towards where you two were. Al-haitham couldn't help but be reminded of a child running because they are late to school and their hat flopping up and down

As soon as he snaps out of that image he finds him beside you, worried face plastered " sage YN did something happen? I can help!"

Your eyes widens, be it because you were surprised or taken aback from his eagerness to help al-haitham wasn't totally sure

" Oh how sweet~ I was just asking this grumpy old man" your thumb pointing al-haitham " if he would lend me his coat because a member of my team need help but they are at the port so I would have to walk down the rain a good 200 meters" you sigh dramatically

In response Gitlam starts stripping down his coat and handling it to you " you can take it! Either way it was a bit too big for me and we have to get another one done" he starts sputtering excuses, trying to make it seem like it wasn't much

"Oh? Are you sure? Won't you be cold? Even inside here it's quite chilly"

" I mean if you don't mind we could go together, sir Namkuzu asked me to get some reports about the strength of the waves from the port so we could walk together, obviously if you dont mind i would never force you but I would enjoy it very much but-" quickly you put your hand in his shoulder and, as a pause button, Gitlam stopped talking almost instantly

" I would really enjoy getting some company, just let me grab my bag. If you want as a reward I will gift you a coffee" you turn just as he looks toward the window, seemingly the sea being the most interesting thing right no

Al-haitham, who watched all this just sipped his coffee " kids these days and getting crushes on their superiors"

Why couldn't he just focus on his duties while in the clock and then find a cute girl or boy from literally anywhere else? The newest scholars don't have good work ethic, and as funny it's that he is flirting with a sage to try and get a better job you should also not encourage him and cut it from the bud

Also, why would he go for you, no offense but young boys who just finished their thesis should go and play around with cards and get blackout drunk. It's even a bit weird age wise, well thinking that though it wasn't, Gitlam was only around 3 or 4 years younger but either way, he remembers the gossiping bunch in the break room talking about preferring older, more sophisticated and well read men rather than just graduated boys. Gitlam graduated from the academia a year ago at the young age of 21 or 22? He knows basically nothing and makes so many mistakes… you truly lack taste, there are so many good bachelors, ushar, zua, temen, himself. he laments silently

He gets annoyed thinking about you, or so he swears but his teammates noticed how down cast he looked when your team left to mondstrat

He wants to swear that he is only feeling like that because if he went he would be mostly idle in the most lax nation in teyvat but he feels slightly disappointed? Betrayed? That you chose to bring Gitlam but didn't even stoped to think about him.

And he swears you told him you would pick him 'Oh~ with such a cute face i may just add you to my team to Mondstrat even just to see you' textually you said

The four months the research team was supposed to take felt like they were dragging and taking years, the days were up and you, your team and that boy arrived to the gates in the early hours of the morning and he swears something isn't quite the same, maybe it's the way you joked less with your coworkers, how less touchy you were with them, your almost hour long hugs now being strictly polite 10 seconds long, or how you stopped coming by his desk everyday

The hour is 6:03 just about time he took his break, before pulling another all nighter. He stands up and walks around, stretching his sides. It's odd for you to not come already, you would be here already by 5:50 or 6:00 the latest but maybe you were too busy working and forgot he could bring you a cup, for a change maybe.

Pouring a warm cup of coffee he leaves to your office, usually you stay inside there all day, unless you stopped by to bother him.

Softly pushing the door he looks inside, there are some pens and pages still thrown around, so you surely were close but he didn't see your bag anywhere. Softly sighting he leaves the cup on one corner and hopes that you will get it while it's still warm

" And so I told him he was looking wrong! And he had the guts to be mad!" Your voice sounds from behind the door as you open it " oh? Al-haitham? Why are you here? Do you need help with anything?"

He was about to answer when he sees Gitlam behind you " nothing. I just came to drop something by but you weren't here. Where were you?"

" Oh, we just went to have dinner, Gitlam got an special offer to study in his field and we went out to celebrate. Why do you ask?"

If looks could kill Gitlam would have already had his throat sliced and be ten feet below " nothing"

Or how distant you seemed with him

"oh, it started to rain" was all you said as you looked at the window, raindrops racing to see who teaches the bottom faster

Al-haitham only looks to the side " mhm, it seems like that" quickly glancing towards the clock he notices that you often leave around this hour " you are leaving in a bit right? Do you want my jacket and you can return it to me tomorrow"

"Oh, thanks but Gitlam brought a coat for me when he saw the weather report so i won't need it"

"Oh, ok …" now he stopped writing only looking at the paper as if it had cussed at him " you and him seem to be really close…" but when he said that you already left to look for that dumb secretary and his dumb coat.

I mean, at the end if the day he was only a secretary and he was a scribe and former acting grand sage who you stopped by to speak with every so often, sure you didn't stop by everyday, not brought him coffee but you always came to notify him of the progress in your project and such, sure maybe it's mostly formal but it's because he got annoyed at you for getting so chatty about your cat and the tea you just bought

But after a while he started getting snappier, you only came by to greet him whenever you had to speak with gizzal which could be once a week or once a month.

And the worst part was that he knew you weren't busy, he saw you chatting with Gitlam every afternoon all day. He is sure gizzal sent him to give archives at that hour because he knew you two would be grossly cuddly with each other

One day he just snaps, hearing you laugh at the brainless joke your supposed admirer made. Why did you laugh at that kindergarten joke about dendron slimes and boogers but you didn't even mister a smile with his joke about the thermodynamics pressure of the gas. Surely it's that brat's fault. In a fit he grabs your arm and drags you out of your office and outside the akademia

" Can I ask what the hell is wrong with you or are you going to act as if THAT was normal?"

"Do you dislike me so much that you don't even want to see me?" Had you not known better you could have sworn his eyes were a bit foggy

" What?"

" You said you would bring me to the expedition even if just to look at me, but you didn't. Do you dislike me?"

" Al-haitham" you start to rub circles in your temple, as if trying to erase a headache "I was obviously joking, my expedition was about fossils and archeology. Tell me, how much would a scribe help exactly?

" But you brought Gitlam"

" Yes, because he wants to study archeology and Namkuzu asked me to bring him with me"

" Then why did you stop visiting me every day… why is that boy now the object of your affections but I barely get looked at?" His voice got raspier

"So you knew i like you but ignored it anyway." You cross your arms Infront of your chest, offended "You just want me to pin your you to get your ego up, you don't want to date me and that is fine but you can't refuse me my own feelings!" Al-haitham tries to run away from your gaze but you don't plan on letting him off the hook so easily

"But then how come someone like him gets your attention but I don't. I'M worthier of your love!"

"So you just think my love is a trophy of how is worthier? Al-haitham, do you truly like me or you just want me to never move one?!"

#genshin impact #gi #genshin alhaitham #genshin x you #genshin x reader #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #honestly liked tge idea at forst and at the beginning of the story but then I just wanted to finish it jsjsj

[a-queenoffairys]

after a long break I'm finally back to working on the chronicles, and I'm now up to book 3 chapter 15. the end feels so close yet so far.

I fell off it for a few reasons but mostly because I was getting bored with the story and it felt like a chore trying to get through it. even just doing a single chapter takes a long time (rightfully so, translation shouldn't be rushed) and combined with a plot that wasn't holding my attention, it was hard to motivate myself to keep going. taking a break was good, and seeing the state of the currently available release, the job really needs to be done. but hey, I have until september to make it before the 10-year anniversary window closes (aaaaghhhh)

some spoilers ahead

and it's a shame because I did really enjoy books 1 and 2. they were a nice cosy story about the gang recounting their story and then beginning to unravel the mysteries of the hermitage and anthea's disappearance, all while xana is working to get closer to them and infiltrate the group, being very careful with the information he chooses to reveal so as not to tip them off or give them an advantage.

then book 3 comes along and it starts off ok. but if I could point to the spot where things took a nosedive, I think it was when xana showed up in humanoid form. there's something not good about the characters thinking of xana as this dangerous, merciless, emotionless computer program that's out to kill them, and xana acting all powerful and evil, but then he just starts dumping exposition and giving his enemies useful information seemingly only to move the plot along. it was weird when he was like "I could kill you right now, I don't even care" to ulrich and then they just go on a gay little stroll around the city together and xana helpfully explains more things with an evil smirk on his face.

it's also around that same time the gang gets split up and there are lots more other characters involved, a lot of them either completely new, or existing characters who've been changed a hell of a lot. and I get it but it feels a bit messy, and the darker tone is hampered by caricature characters.

I don't have much of an issue with the overall plot, I think it's mainly just the characterisation that could have used work. also the handling of the abusive parent stuff uhhhhh

anyway I wouldn't say the books are bad, I just wish they were better :B and at least every cl sequel/adaptation manages to get jim right

#aqof talks #code lyoko chronicles #//anyway if you'd like to read the new versions of the books they're not public yet but you can dm for a link #//I wouldn't mind having more people on the lookout for typos before the final release B') #//and book 3 shouldn't be too far off (I hope)

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

I Will Take You Tonight (Part 1)

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Expect grammatical errors. Not 100% accurate.

The glaring rays of the sun cast long shadows on the skyscrapers.

The seventeen warlords and I slipped through time and found ourselves in the parking lot of a TV station building.

Mai: "Sasuke, are you sure this is okay?"

Sasuke: "Not only did they promise to pay for our performance, but they also promised to arrange a hotel for all of us while we're here. Also, everyone is excited, so I think we'll be fine."

(I never thought this would happen.)

A few hours ago.

We were having a tea party when we suddenly got caught in a wormhole and transported back to the present day.

Just when we were wondering what to do, a TV station staff passed by and spotted all the warlords.

(It's incredible to think that we'll be appearing on TV. And to top it off, the concept of the show is一)

Ranmaru: "Phantom Thief, huh? I'm looking forward to it, Lady Mai!"

Mai: "Yeah, I wonder what it will be like."

The show's concept was for everyone to split into three groups and engage in a treasure hunt, dressed up as phantom thieves.

(I think it's a typical variety show, but I wonder if everyone will be okay.)

Despite my concern, everyone was in high spirits.

Keiji: "I'm just grateful that they're willing to give us a place to stay just so we can have a fun treasure hunt."

Kanetsugu: "I'm just thankful we didn't end up on the street."

Yoshimoto: "I guess it's gonna be different competing with the tools of this era."

Kenshin: "If it's a game, I won't lose."

Kanetsugu: “I’ll be happy to help you, Lord Kenshin.”

Nobunaga: “We still don’t know what will happen to the groupings, though.”

Staff 1: “Everyone, please follow me to the waiting room!”

With the call from the staff, everyone stepped into the TV station, one by one.

(This is nice!)

(Hm?)

At that moment, I suddenly felt someone’s gaze and looked behind me, but there was no one there.

Staff 1: “Miss, please come with me.”

Mai: “Ah, okay.”

(I’m sure they’re looking because it’s weird to see everyone in kimonos.)

(Even I would be surprised if I walked by knowing nothing about it.)

I drew that conclusion and walked into the building as well.

Nobunaga: “How do you like it, Mai?”

Mai: “Wow! You all look fantastic!”

(They’re just like the phantom thieves I see in movies and dramas!)

I met up with everyone after they had changed their outfits and was surprised to see their dazzling appearance.

Kicho: “It looks elaborate, but it’s pretty easy to move in.”

Kennyo: "It seems that each of us has been assigned a specific gemstone, indicating our respective teams."

Motonari: "The costumes also have a distinct design to avoid confusion."

Team "Sapphire" consists of Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Shingen, and Yoshimoto.

Team "Ruby" consists of Masamune, Kanetsugu, Yukimura, Sasuke, Keiji and Ranmaru.

While Team "Diamond" consists of Mitsuhide, Kenshin, Motonari, Kennyo, and Kicho.

Mai: "You all look really cool!"

(If everyone appeared on TV dressed like this, someone might start a fan club.)

Masamune: "Are you willing to be stolen by me?"

Mai: "Masamune?"

Masamune suddenly hugged me by the shoulder, surprising me.

Ieyasu: "Hey, Masamune. Stop pestering Mai."

Mai: "Ieyasu."

Ieyasu pulled me away from Masamune and hugged me, making me tense.

Yoshimoto: "Fufu, perhaps competing to win over Mai isn't a bad idea after all."

Yukimura: "Don't hold her hands, Yoshimoto."

Mai: "Please compete for the treasure, not me."

Just as it seemed the competition was about to begin, the staff returned.

Staff 1: "Here are some of the props. Feel free to use whatever is inside this box. I have preparations to make for the set, so if you'll excuse me."

Ranmaru: "Lord Sasuke, what's this?"

Sasuke: "That's a wire gun. It's a gun, but a wire pops out of it, and you can use it in different ways."

Motonari: "What is this kite-looking thing?"

Kicho: "That's a hang glider. It's like a kite, but you can use it to move through the air."

(There are warning cards, paint guns, smoke screens, and all kinds of things.)

I stared at everyone as they got excited, and the door to the waiting room suddenly opened.

Staff 2: "I have a favor to ask of your female friend."

A different guy approached and beckoned me over.

Mai: "Okay."

(How far will we go?)

I followed him, and he led me down to a deserted hallway.

Mai: "Um..."

Mai: "----!"

At that moment, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind, and I desperately tried to resist.

(I'm losing strength.)

Then, I lost consciousness.

At that time, in the dressing room一

Yoshimoto: "Mai sure is late."

Kanetsugu: "Didn't the staff call her?"

Ranmaru: "I'm worried. I'll go check on her."

Just as Ranmaru placed his hand on the doorknob, the door opened.

Staff 1: "Is something wrong?"

Mitsunari: "One of the staff called our friend to leave. Do you know anything about it?"

Staff 1: "What? I don't think we have a staff like that."

Everyone: "!"

As if triggered by the staff's words, everyone dashed into the hallway.

Kennyo: "Is this Mai's earring?"

Yukimura: "She was wearing that. It's strange that it fell here."

Shingen: "Did someone take her away?"

Mitsuhide: "The phone the staff gave her is not working either."

Kicho: "This is not part of your plan, is it?"

Staff 1: "O-Of course not! I'll contact the police immediately."

Nobunaga: "We won't leave it to someone else."

Kenshin: "Obviously."

Hideyoshi: "We'll rescue her ourselves."

Ieyasu: "I will never forgive him for kidnapping that girl."

Masamune: "She's our treasure. We will do whatever it takes to get her back."

➟ Part 2

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen jp #ikesen translations #cybird

[shytastemakerthing]

omg imagine toddler sister reader as demon in the original material with them. Like just baby toddler reader who is probably the most innocent thing ever (as innocent as a demon child could be) AND SHE THE CLONE OF LOVE

I had a whole idea for this, thank you for this request! I hope that you enjoy! Requests are open!

Tw: Some mentions of eating humans

Prompt: Child clone in natural timeline

To start off, I had a thought about two love clones, as there are many different types of love that we know about. Our older love clone would represent Eros, or romantic love, and as for our child love clone, she would represent what is called Storge, or familial love.

While some of this may stem from the subconscious urge to protect the main body of all the clones, our child love clone would truly see as the remaining clones and even Hantengu himself as family, therefore, she will protect them all just that much more.

You came along not too long after the first love clone arrived, only this time, the differences were very obvious. You were a child, even younger than Zohakuten, possibly around 5 years by your physical appearance and you have still been dubbed as 'Cherry' given the time of your arrival.

Hantengu had been in his much smaller form while the remaining clones had been taking care of the threat that caused him to split in the first place. Having hidden himself away between a series of rocks, huddled down to be as small as possible, that was when you showed up and you had taken to calling him 'little mister' as you his him in your adorably over sized haori, even petting his head rather gently.

It was confusing for the other clones when they had finally stumbled upon the both of you. Your eyes were a much lighter shade of pink compared to the elder love clone, resembling the budding cherry blossoms, even more so when they saw that you also held the 'love' kanji on your tongue, just like the other.

The elder love clone was honestly the first to mention that you are also a love clone, but you represented a different kind of love. Thus the boys get a quick lesson on just how many different forms. While she represented Eros, or romantic love, yours was much different, and after hearing you refer to Urogi as 'big brother', she was able to clearly tell that this was Storge, family love. The new clone saw them not as other clones, but as a literal family, her being the big sister, the boys as big brothers. Little Love called Hantengu 'papa' once and there were so many things that he felt with that that he wasn't sure how to comprehend it all.

You have become , as they like to say, (forgive me if this is incorrect, I'm working with translate, feel free to correct me if this isn't right), imouto-chan, or little sister.

After all of that, and arriving to where the clones would stay while it is daytime, everyone finds your little walk as you move along the floor in your over sides haori to be rather adorable, even Sekido. Yes, he is still angry pretty much all of the time, but he at least keeps that a bit more controlled when around you. Honestly, he just doesn't want to scare you.

Aizetsu is seen carrying you the most. How could he not? You're just so small and can easily get underfoot and it would be painfully sad to see you hurt. Just seeing your small form bundled up in his arms as you snuggle into your haori while burying your head into his chest is too much for his heart to bear.

Karaku will 100% bring you back any human meat that he can find for you to eat. Seeing your little hands grab at the flesh as you try to take off more than you can chew just makes him coo at you as he cleans off your little cheeks.

Sekido will certainly teach you how to hunt a human on your own. After all, they may not always be able to bring back some for you, so it would be good for you to know this skill. Honestly, the moment that you are able to take down a full grown man all on your own has his chest filling with pride and he tries not to keel over the moment you drag it over for him to eat as well. Their kind didn't exactly share their kills, so this was rather heartwarming.

On the rare occasion that Zohakuten was out, while he merely tolerated the other clones (aside from the elder love clone who was on his nerves the least), you were rather endearing. You were a mere child, one that instantly saw him and called him 'big brother' as you pointed to the threat behind him, the main body held in your other arm. At that, he knew that he had to protect you as much as the main body.

Now, when Urami came out, it wasn't actually because of a direct attack on Hantengu himself, it was from hearing you shrieking for help. Just that shrill, wailing cry set him ablaze from within Hantengu and he was quick to emerge and rushing in your direction as several slayers had your cornered underneath a wall of fallen rubble and bleeding. They had even managed to damage your horns, one of the hardest parts on your body. With the amount of pure resentment that was flooding his veins at that moment, those slayers never stood a chance.

After they were quickly disposed of, hardly anything left of their bodies, you were rather carefully picked up from the rubble, whimpering in pain as you clung to kimono with one hand and one of your horns with the other. Your regeneration had slowed to such a rate that you weren't able to heal yourself. He actually sat with you as he helped you to eat the humans he had just slain, even reminding you to chew thoroughly to make sure you wouldn't choke on it or to take smaller bites. That was how Zohakuten and the elder love clone would find you both.

You may be the smallest and the youngest out of all of them, but this means you get lots of scary body guards to keep you safe. You are their little sister, and they would rather watch the world burn than to see you hurt.

A/N: This may just turn into a whole series because I am in absolute love with all of this! I hope you all enjoy it! As always, requests are open!

#kny #demon slayer #kny sekido #kny aizetsu #kny urogi #kny karaku #kny urami #kny aizetsu #platonic #shy answers #shy writes #requests open

[desertfangs]

What do you think of Armand and Marius's reunion at the end of Blood Communion? Armand opens his heart back up to Marius according to the text. It felt as if Rice was reconnecting both Lestat/Louis and Marius/Armand in that novel.

I'm sorry if this sounds invasive. I don't like so-called ship wars because these vampires are polyamorous in nature but why do so many Devil's Minion's fans here write about Armand and Daniel as if they are endgame when it doesn't exactly seem so? It seems many ignore the contents of Blood Communion.

Anon, I love that it seems Armand's heart is no longer shut against Marius! Armand thought he had lost him which is bound to make anyone take stock, and I really hope that's the catalyst of them healing their relationship and coming to an understanding. I am rooting for them!! And I think Daniel is also rooting for them, paying mediator and translator as needed, and wanting them to settle things so they can all be happy and cuddle on the couch together.

I do think BC2 was Anne trying to reconnect Louis and Lestat and bring everyone to a place of like... We're Getting Along Now and Court is A Happy Place and Everyone Is Fine. There's Marius and Armand, plus Armand and Lestat share that look at the end seems to imply they've come to a better understanding or at least are going to try.

You don't sound invasive and I sure hope I didn't sound like I was trying to encourage any ship fighting because I am not about that life. If I had my way, they'd all hang out together all the time like one big polycule on a giant sectional sofa at TG watching movies and having make outs. Eternity is a long time, you're not going to get everything from one person. Armand also loves Louis deeply, and we know he loves Lestat. Obviously he loves Marius! I don't think Daniel can be or wants to be everything to Armand, and while I think some jealousy is fun for delicious drama, I don't think it's the ruling factor in most of their relationships, either.

Now the big question: Why do Devil's Minion fans write about Armand and Daniel as if they're endgame? I mean, by virtue of being DM fans, we are heavily invested in their relationship. A/D are my OTP and while that's not true for all DM fans, gun to my head if I had to pick one couple who earned their happy ending, I'd say it's them. They had a rough road. Daniel getting The Blood was beautiful moment of victory and Armand seemed so happy with him in QotD, despite any misgivings he may have had. It's great!

And then... stuff falls apart but we only get tidbits for the rest of the series. We know they split, we know Armand almost died, we know Daniel went mad, and then we know they come back together in PL and go hunting. We know they shack up in PLROA and plan to go back to Trinity Gate together. We're given crumbs but the trail does lead to them getting that happy ending after all.

I don't think anything in BC2 discounts that. Daniel isn't mentioned at all so we don't know where he is but we also don't get any indication that things went south between Armand and Daniel since they left for TG. Armand's love for Marius and Lestat and Louis doesn't change his love for Daniel. He loves all of them desperately and that's why he's so intent on trying to help protect them and so frustrated that he is often dismissed at Court.

So I can't speak for all DM fans but I don't think the intention of us taking that happy ending and holding it tight is meant to dismiss or discount those other relationships. We're just very happy we got anything given how little of them we got in the latter half of the series.

I hope that makes sense!

#daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #devil's minion #this is a multi-ship household #i didn't even get into Daniel/Marius but I don't think that's over either lol #armand/marius #vc meta #the devil's minion #a/d #armand x daniel #prince lestat era #vc #vampire chronicles #the vampire chronicles #anonymous #answers in the desert #thank you for the ask anon i hope this makes sense #i ramble a lot

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

WT #8: Overcrowded ER

[TABTE is a speculative fiction/sci-fi story - the current novel I'm working on (link in pinned post). This is a small flashback snippet I wrote to get back into it]

Summary: Mitchell's surgery incisions get infected, and Jack drags him to the ER.

WC: 567

“How’re you doing, Mitch?” Jack asked, wincing at the full-bodied smell of an overcrowded A&E. The aforementioned man was slumped into Jack's side from where they sat against a wall, his stomach tying itself in knots as the acids raged like a tidal wave of mixed emotion and his chest pulsed in agony. For everything Mitchell wanted to say, he found he couldn’t settle on a word to describe just how rough he felt. It was though his body was trying to bake itself from the inside out, meanwhile his chest had an aching, numb pain that split his body in two every time he tried to raise his arms. 

On the one hand, he supposed he should have been grateful for the surgery, ont he other he was vehemently bitter about being left to the wolves after. With little aftercare and opportunities supplied by an underfunded division of the healthcare service, it was no surprise that his drains and incision sites had gotten infected after being left in for too long. While the surgery was necessary to improve his quality of life and mental health, the resulting complications and lack of support had him feeling utterly useless. Regardless of how thankful he was for Jack's presence and help in his recovery, Mitchell had tried to take his recovery into his own hands as he didn’t want to burden the man, not when he too was still reclaiming his independence. 

Nevertheless, it was Jack who had limped into Mitchell’s house-share situation, and dragged him to A&E after Mitchell had sheepishly admitted over text that he was not feeling well. His follow ups had been canceled, and his painkiller prescription delayed due to shipment issues, therefore he blamed his misery on his admittance of vulnerability. The blond had tried to argue that Jack had a job to do, but the data analyst had dismissed him with the promise his code was sorting the data supplied to him as they spoke. He must have contacted Lisa too, as just half an hour after her shift ended, she strode into the packed waiting room and spotted them against the wall. 

Guilty. 

Guilty was the word Mitchell supposed he was looking for. 

“Tired.” Came the translation. 

“You’re always tired.” Jack huffed, greeting his fiancé with a small smile. 

She resolutely sat on the other side of Mitchell, still in her uniform and brandished a small chocolate bar from her bag. Mitchell’s stomach flipped, and she obviously saw his pallor change from pale to green. Nevertheless, she broke a piece off and handed it to him, and repeated the action for Jack, both of the boys accepting the treat and eating it with fervor, Mitchell less so, as he settled to let it melt on his tongue as chewing was too strenuous of a task to attempt. 

“Thanks.” Jack uttered, grateful for the small comfort. Mitchell let his head drop to Lisa’s shoulder, eyes cast on the small TV screen he couldn’t quite focus on. Ultimately, the events on the screen offered a distraction for the ailing patients, as several years following the bombings, the Archaean government was finally able to supply their own account after an intense but prolonged investigation. Despite the trio being victims of the event, Mitchell paid little mind to the proceedings, as he didn’t care who did it, he just wanted to know why. 

TBC

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[kitsunefox1108]

And so, I'm writing fan fiction about Y/N, but I decided that it would be worth expanding his fame, and I tried to translate it into English. I'm not familiar enough with this language yet, but I hope that there won't be any serious mistakes. Have fun reading! ( it's just that my main language is Russian, so I apologize in advance )

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ANOTHER UNIVERSE ( PART 1)

You live in a terrible time.

Yes, you have a friend, yes, you have a house, but that's the only thing that's good. You all live in fear of death every day, and the fear of going to sleep and never waking up again makes you suffer from insomnia.

A war broke out between robots and humans, and almost nothing was left of your hometown. Living with a girl friend on the food supplies you have, trying to find something else in abandoned apartments with dead tenants.

The picture is not the most pleasant.

But you want to live. Highly.

And even though you feel sorry for those who could not survive, you take food supplies, because you yourself do not plan to die either. Certainly not now.

You are not ordinary citizens with no abilities and no strength to fight, but your strength is not enough to defeat such a huge number of machines.

You own the ability Technopathy (controlling technology by touching it) and your girlfriend - Rage Agliokinesis. (the ability to control a person's pain, increase it or, on the contrary, reduce it). Despite the fact that you have very strong abilities, they are not always able to defeat all enemies. Because of what your strength is not enough to defeat a huge number of robots, which are becoming more and more thanks to the artificial intelligence that creates them.

Everything was like that, until one day I had to go for supplies again. To another building.

“Y/N, it’s dangerous to go alone!” Let me go with you! - The hedgehog Rage persuaded you, holding your hand.

- Sorry but nope. Better guard the house, and control that no one comes. I am able to protect myself in case of danger. You brushed off your friend's hand.

Rage just sighed heavily, but let you leave without her.

- Be careful, I can't stand your death...

You quickly ran towards the desired store, trying not to get into the epicenter of the war and the attention of robots. Now you only needed supplies, and not once again fight with pests.

And now, you have almost run, as you discovered an unknown emerald. It didn't look like he was from a jewelry store, nor had he been here before. It was very bright and attracted a lot of attention.

It shouldn't concern you, but interest won out over fear.

You looked around, in case one of the enemies is nearby.

Nobody. You can relax for a while.

You carefully took the stone in your hands, looking at it.

- It looks quite expensive... I don't think it makes any difference that it might have been from some store. If the opportunity arises, you can sell after the war.

Just as you were about to put it in your backpack, a portal suddenly opened. His strength was too great and he began to pull you towards him.

- What the....?! - You tried to resist the next destruction from buildings and other things, but in order to resist this was not enough. You tried to hold on tighter, but it wasn't enough.

As a result, you got into the portal.

Something was happening, but you couldn't understand it. You felt a feeling of nausea, as if something was directly pressing on you. This feeling did not last long, for a split second.

You fell out of the portal, falling onto the grass.

At first you thought everything was fine, but then you realized one thing. Previously, on the street you were on, there was no grass, only pieces of asphalt.

You quickly raised your head, trying to look around. You noticed that you were under a tree, and that the bright sun was shining now, which blinded you a little.

You narrowed your eyes, continuing to examine further, gradually getting up from the grass.

- What the hell.. where am I? You mumbled as you started walking forward.

Mountains, trees, grass, earth, and everything else were visible from the front. You had a feeling of deja vu.

Suddenly, something blue ran past you. The speed was unreal. At least until now.

Due to the strong speed of this object, you fell again. He also hurt you... Damn.

- What the hell is going on here? - This is the question that interested you the most.

Unexpectedly for you, this object returned to you back.

It turned out to be a blue hedgehog.

- Hello! I'm sorry I made you fall, I did it unintentionally. He extends his hand for help. You accepted it.

- Watch where you run...

- What is your name? First time I see you. I run here every day, but this is the first time I see you. - Asked the Hedgehog, crossing his arms over his chest.

- Y/N... Just Y/N. Your name?

- Sonic. Let's get acquainted - He grinned.

- Do you have the ability to run that fast? you asked, wanting to know how he does it.

- Yes. I love to run. I can run at a speed of 300 km/h, and even overcome the speed of sound!

- Deserves praise, ahah... I would like that. - You looked away, slightly jealous of Sonic, because such a speed would have helped you a lot during the war.

- Sonic... it's really no wonder you don't know me. I don't live here at all and this is my first time here.

- For the first time?... How?

You took out the emerald you found earlier, showing it to the guy.

“I spotted it while I was running for supplies. I wanted to pick it up, but the portal opened. I couldn't hold on to anything and got into it .... So it ended up here.

- Emerald of chaos?... What did he forget there? Sonic was surprised. - Where are you from?

- I can't say. I can only say that there is a war there now, and I got into the portal, in fact, leaving my friend there .... I urgently need to return, she alone cannot cope without me. I need to save the city.

- ... Okay, I understand you. Come on, I'll introduce you to my team, explain the situation to them. Chances are we can all help you.

- All right, Son... Ah! - You squealed in surprise when the guy abruptly took you in his arms and ran. Adrenaline went through you very strongly, and you tightly grabbed the shoulders of the blue hedgehog, trying not to fall.

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[thelavenderwitchhh]

Another chapter because for the first time in years the Fandom RISES

enjoy~

Chapter 3

The cold darkness felt like a two-ton weight on my chest. It held me down, wrapping its cold arms around me as its clammy hand clutching my throat. It wasn't long before it pulled me up, and I felt myself being dragged through the thick, murky waters. Breath was finally forced into my lungs, a blinding light burning into my eyes. 

"Mama...?" I murmured; my voice heavy with exhaustion. I felt something moist and cold on my forehead as my eyes squinted open.

"Ah, you're awake. I was wondering if you ever would as this point." Said a voice next to me. I turned and looked to my left, Sebastian sitting in a chair beside me as he patted a cool washcloth on my forehead. I sat up quickly, seeing I was in an unfamiliar place. It was a beautiful, but small bedroom. Gorgeous blue wallpaper that costed more than my townhouse, decorated with gold framed pictures. The bed I was in was huge, at least compared to any bed I had ever been in before. The late morning sun was shining through the velvet curtains, small rays of light pouring onto the carpet.

"Where am I?-" I was cut off with the throbbing of my head, my hand clutching my forehead as I tried to keep my vision still. 

"You're at my masters villa, please lay back down." Sebastian informed me calmly, his gloved hand gently pushing me back down on the bed "Don't make too many sudden movements, I've only just gotten your fever down." 

"I'm so sorry you had to see that." I said, embarrassed by his hospitality. His tailcoat rested on the back of his chair; his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was clear he had been by my side for some time now. 

"It was rather dramatic, wasn't it?" A smirk tugged the corners of his lips "Fever, sweating, coughing up blood...yet you do not seem to be phased by this. This is not the first time it has happened, has it?"

"I'm afraid you are right." I sighed.

"What is it?"

"The doctor said its tuberculosis." I mumbled; my gaze fixated on the patterns of the quilt on top of me. Silence filled the room, Sebastians eyes wide for a split second before his facial expression returned back to its cool and calm demeanor. 

"That's rather serious, Miss. DeRose." He began in a flat tone "You really should not be on your own with your condition."

"It hasn't flared up in a while." I sheepishly shrugged. "It's not like I can go to a doctor continuously, we can't afford for me to get any more treatments. The most we could scrap up was enough for medication to help bring the fever down."

Sebastian seemed suddenly lost in thought, raising a knuckle to his lips as he pondered my words. His eyes hung to his left for a moment or two before looking back at me. 

"Adele," he started, taking in a sharp breath. Him calling me by my first name so seriously made my attention snap to him, tilting my head to the side.

"Yes?"

"You're...those letters-"

He was then cut off by a rapping at the door, Ciel stepping into the small guest room. "How is she?" he asked, his voice flat and rather bored. When his eye met mine, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. 

"Well, guess you're feeling better then." The smallest of smirks drew over his lips. "You gave us quite a fright." 

"I am so sorry," I bowed my head, trying to respond to him in the best English I could since he spoke in his native tongue to me just now. He waved a hand at me, dismissing my apology. 

"No need to be sorry. You looked like death when Sebastian brought you here. Resting until your fever went away was the rest I could do." He explained; however I was only able to catch a few words. I turned to Sebastian for translation.

"My Master says it is no trouble that you stayed to rest. In fact, he does not think you should go back. It is worrisome to have a young girl in your condition to be on her own." He translated for me with a smile. Ciel's eyes darkened as he looked at his butler. 

"Wait, I didn't say that last part!" Ciel barked "I said she could say the one night and then go back home when she was better!" 

"Oh, don't be so cruel, young Master." Sebastian's smile brightened, but it seemed to only irk the little Lord more. "She's just a helpless child, really."

"Child?" I snapped, able to at least understand that part "I will have you know I am a capable and...Indepartment...no, indeported..." I began to fumble with my words, trying to find the right word I was looking for.

"Independent, you mean." Sebastian corrected me.

"Yes! Independent!" I nodded firmly.

"You know, I'd be happy to teach you English if you'd like." he happily offered. 

"Um, excuse me? We are in the middle of an investigation! You don't exactly have time to tutor some girl!" Ciel said bitterly, his annoyance growing by the second. 

"He really is an ill-tempered boy, isn't he?" I whispered to Sebastian in French, leaning closer to him. Sebastian tried his best to hold back a smirk at my words, his gloved hand covering his mouth. 

"We don't have time for this." Ciel snapped, stepping closer to me "I am sorry about what is going on in your current situation, but we're dealing with serious matters here!" 

"I don't know what he is saying, but I'm really not trying to make a fuss here." I said to Sebastian "I don't mind going back home. You're welcome to take the letter's my mother wrote if it helps at all." 

"Sebastian, a word." Ciel ordered darkly. Sebastian nodded, standing up. The two Englishmen walked out of the room, closing the door behind them. I sat in the bed, holding my knees up to my chest as I listened to the muffled murmurs outside my door. 

"What the devil has gotten into you, Sebastian?!" Ciel roared from behind the door, making me jump a bit at his sudden shout. A few moments later, the door opened back up. Sebastian looked at me with that bright, yet devilish grin while Ciel stood there with a cold scowl.

"Why don't you get dressed and come with us, Miss. DeRose?" Sebastian said, his voice filled with cheer and a hint of mischief. "We think you may be useful after all."

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