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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Drive With You Forever

Chapter sixteen: Boo!

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: Reader scares Carlos, Max is overprotective, an unexpected visitor appears

Warnings: alcohol consumption, survivors guilt, arguing

Notes: After much deliberation, I've decided to let my affinity for even numbers win.

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The sun is barely peaking over the edges of the sky as her and Lando walk hand in hand around the hungararing. Charles needed to be at the paddock early for his media duties. The two had decided to go with since they were up and let Max and Oscar sleep until the last minute.

The walk is peaceful. The shared airpods are playing soft music that Lando picked. Occasionally, he spins her around, or they stop to dance horribly.

It's so early that even the pitlane is empty. The occasional sound of tools can be heard, but no souls can be seen.

The music and Lando are so distracting that she doesn't notice anyone sneaking behind her. Hands grab her shoulder, which pulls a terrified gasp out of her. Instincts take over as she throws whoever it is behind her into the nearest wall. It's not hard, just enough to subdue. And scare- she supposes.

She holds whoever it was as her breath starts to even out. She can hear Lando and Charles laughing incredibly hard. Which is weird, because then who is she-?

"Carlos?!"

She releases her hold on him, and the spainard sinks to the ground. His expressions go through the five stages of grief.

"I told you not to scare her mate!" Charles is kneeling over in laughter.

She rushes to help him up. And to her shock, he lets her. She would have expected him to run in fear. Bolt to the nearest asylum and tell them to come get her.

"So, you're some kind of superhero? Or am I imagining things? Or are you really that strong?" Carlos asks questions faster than she could process. She's startled, overwhelmed, and frankly confused.

Charles comes to her rescue with his arms around her waist. "She's our superhero. If you tell anyone, you're dead."

"She looks like she feels bad for just shoving me against the wall."

"I never said it would be her doing the killing."

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Charles flinches as Max slams the door behind him. He hates when any of them is angry. Max, however, has to be the worst.

Not because of anything he's doing wrong. The Dutch simply struggles to communicate when his emotions are flaring higher than normal. Charles hates seeing him so upset when all he wants is to keep them safe and happy.

He is currently curled up on the bed next to Lando. Oscar is sitting on one of the plush lounge chairs, and the female is curled up on a bar stool, not looking at anyone. She looked like she might cry. When Charles called Max to explain what had happened, he was not happy and started ranting over the speaker. Now she is sat there, blaming herself for messing things up.

"Carlos is coming over tonight, so we can explain this to him, yes?" Max asks the room. They all nod to confirm it. "I don't understand how this happened. We have no idea how Carlos is going to respond."

"He seemed fine when we left-"

"-But that doesn't guarantee he won't tell anybody." Max cut off Lando, and the Brit shrinks into Charles with a look of defeat.

Max then turns his attention to the female. The emotionally unstable girl who hadn't even been living in a proper home for that long. Who had immediately concluded she had ruined their lives once again (not that she ever did, this was her conclusion that Charles can't see how she came to).

"I would've expected you to at least have seen something by now. I thought your visions were to prevent these incidents, but they always seem to happen regardless." Max's volume rises as he speaks. His hand movements get more aggressive, and he can see the female getting more glassy eyed by the second. "It's so hard to keep you safe when you let things like this happen!"

Oh, Charles is going to kill him. But he'll have to do it later because before anyone can stop her, she is running out of the room. Only stopping to grab her shoes.

"Max Emilian Verstappen, I have half a mind to drag by the neck to Sebastian to explain this one to him." Seethes the Monegasque.

It's not often that they argue. Having more of them in a relationship means more arguments, but it also means more mediators. People who are neutral to help them resolve the issue.

Max already looks like he knows he messed up. "I didn't... I- I didn't mean it like that." He stutters out. Tears threaten to fall from his eyes.

Charles sighs in frustration. "Maybe we know that, but she takes things litterally." He goes through possible options. "I think we should give it an hour before we try to find her. Let her have some space first."

"Not sure how we're going to find her." Oscar points to where her phone lay. "Can't see her location if her phone isn't with her."

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She's not sure where she's going. Just walking to clear her head. Figure things out. Understand why she can't just do things right.

Maybe Max is right. Maybe this really is all her fault. She let this all happen. She could've stopped it if she had more control over these stupid abilities.

She knows her mind is going to a dark place. It's a place she hadn't been for so long. But the voices that aren't hers are pulling her under water. She can't breathe knowing she messed up yet again. How many failures are needed to prove she's not meant to continue this life.

Her father had said the same thing Max had. Over and over, every day, the reason why he took everything from her. Because she had let her mother die and still doesn't have the strength to bring her back.

Why should she live? Her mother hadn't deserved her fate. Neither had any of her bloodline who came before her. Why should she be allowed to live freely when none of them had?

She must have blacked out while walking. Somehow, finding herself tucked away in a back alley, a bottle of alcohol in hand.

She didn't even know she had money. Furthermore, she doesn't even like alcohol normally. She supposes this isn't a normal occasion and instead takes a swig from the bottle. The burn in her throat distracts the thoughts in her brain.

She hears her name being called, but she's too apathetic to care. Yet as they continue to grow closer, she lets out a groan and shifts her weight upwards and against the wall. Her legs feel like they might give out from the weight. She falls, expecting to hit the concrete face first. Instead, she lands against another person.

"I've got you." Comes a familiar Australian accent. Oscar lowers her back onto the ground and assesses her for any injuries. "You forgot to take your phone with you. We've been searching for you for hours."

"Well, I guess Max can lecture me about it then. I'll add it to the compiling list of things I've done wrong."

Oscar isn't normally the most assertive person. He can be when he needs to, but he can also easily follow the flow of other people. This is one of those times where he needs to be. "You didn't do anything wrong. You were startled. You went defensive. Max knows what he said was wrong, and he didn't intend for it to come out that way." Her body is pulled into his. She hadn't realized how it had gotten late and that she is cold now. His body heat is comforting. "Come back with me and let Max apologize. Everyone is worried that you'd been taken again, and Carlos is at the room as well."

She can hear the waiver of anxiety in his voice. He hates not knowing where she is. It leaves too many possibilities for her to get hurt, or worse, taken away from him again.

Oscar helps her walk back to the hotel. The bottle of alcohol left behind in the alley for someone else to take advantage of. It's a long, wobbly walk where she feels anxiety building with every step. Even when they get to the door, she has half a mind to turn and run. Though she doubts she'd get very far.

Lando is the one to open the door. He looks as if he'd been crying. If he was, he didn't say anything.

He helps Oscar get her to the larger then neccecary bathroom. Then she beelines straight for the empty bath. Her safe place.

"Max wants to apologize. Can I let him in?"

"Yeah, but can you stay, please?" She's not sure she can express things properly right now and may need Oscar's calm to help the two very emotional people through.

"Wouldn't think of leaving."

He opens the door and summons Max over. It's an awkward few moments as the two get comfortable. She fiddles with her hands while they do so.

Max sighs. His eyes are red and tired. His face settled in his constantly moving hands. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I wasn't thinking properly and I was scared. Which is not an excuse I know-"

"I forgive you. It's not like I handled it well, either."

"I just want you to be safe. You've been through so much already that I just want to see you not worry yourself sick." They look at each other now. Really take in the hurt and worry that paint the feature of the other.

Oscar decides to give them a few moments alone before joining the others. Lando had once compared their post argument affection to remind them they are okay to aftercare. She deems them very different. In this case, both her and Max were high on emotions, so they did and said things that weren't right. But they'd all come to an agreement that when there are apologies made and forgiveness granted that they don't hold onto it. At the end of the day, they are human, and humans do stupid things. This is a promise that they are going to be fine.

~~~~~

Oscar isn't sure what he's expecting to happen when the two step out of the room, but it certainly wasn't Carlos being star struck.

"I have so many questions."

"You always have questions."

"I think he always has opinions, actually."

Oscar rolls his eyes. Carlos could ask all he wanted, but he probably would get the answers he's looking for. There is some part of him that knows Carlos commands and controls his environment. Yet the other side of him sees what Charles sees: a funny and playful Spaniard. Plus, the Aussie is new to all of this, and if anything, he can't help but feel mildly anxious.

"Have you always had your powers?" Carlos looks at the female with curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes, I was born with them." His eyes flicker to Max as the Dutch places his hand on her lower back. She seems to flinch at the question itself. As if having to recall the answer also brought with it memories.

Carlos keeps asking more specific questions, prying further into the females past. She does her best to answer as many as possible, but she's gradually steeping into a more anxious state.

"I think that's enough for tonight." Max pulls the girl into him, and her demeanor shifts again. Relaxed from feeling safe in his arms. “Jack, can you take her to the other room?”

Oscar simply nods and gently leads the female to the connected room. Two rooms since apparently it’s difficult for them to all sleep comfortably in the same bed that isn’t built for five. There have been many angry physios because they were falling off the bed or settling for the floor. So, they had to change tactics.

When he closes the door behind him, the two throw themselves into bed. “Does Max not want us in there for a reason?”

“Do you want to be in there still? Because I’m happy to sleep.”

He will not get to sleep yet, however, because there is a knock on the door. Oscar groans in exhaustion and annoyance. How had they managed to know what room they were in? Doesn’t anyone sleep these days?!

Oscar takes his sweet time getting up and meandering to the door. He swings it open with more attitude than neccacary, but to his shock, there is nobody on the other side.

A small box sits outside the door. For everything that has happened, a box is probably the least of their worries. Oscar, however, still gets a chill up his spine when he bring it inside the space.

"A package? Did you see from who?"

"A ghost? An invisible man?"

"No need to be rude..."

Oscar sighs and starts ripping open the small cardboard box. "Sorry. I'm just tired -" he catches a glimpse of the contents. "A whole box for a single note!"

The girl looks at his with curiosity. If she weren't so damn cute, he would close the box and think about it later. Instead, he unfolds the paper. "It's a letter... from your father."

Lando watches the older boys intently. Carlos and Max have been going back and forth for awhile now.

“Have you considered that maybe this is a condition?”

“Have you considered that her father is a psycho?”

Carlos had been trying to figure out the reasons behind everything. There is one, technically speaking, but it isn’t their place to share that information.

“I know you want to protect her Max, but maybe you should consider visiting the the guy and asking him about it.” Carlos gets up off the bed and stands in front of Max. His stance is loose and relaxed. “She looks like she’s in pain and ready to break at any second.” He claps Max on the shoulder before heading out of the room.

Lando looks at the older two. “Well that was eventful.”

Max flops down in between himself and Charles. The groan he lets out is muffled by the pillows. “I don’t like his tone.”

“His tone? Or the fact maybe he was into something?” Charles quirks his eyebrows.

“Both.”

The three of them pull back the covers after getting ready for bed. Lando having checked that Oscar and their superhero of a girlfriend are at least in bed.

“On the bright side, we can’t even think about that until after this weekend. We’ve got driving to do still.”

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mrsjellymunson · 5 months

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What's His Name Again?

Written for the @steddiemicrofic December prompt ‘pine’ | Rating: T | WC: 508 | CW: Modern AU, fluff, flirting (mild), swearing, inaccurate depiction of a movie’s release date (bc I just had to make this festive) | Tags: Love confession (sort of), Steve’s bi awakening, getting together. A/N: Massive thanks to @steddieas-shegoes and @wynnyfryd for organising these challenges. I learn and/or experience something new every time, from both taking part and reading. Also, apologies if this is stretching the prompt too far 😆

“Thanks for coming with me, dude. I know it’s not really your thing.”

“No problem, man. I know how desperate you are to see it. The kids can’t skip school to see the first showing, and I couldn’t let you come alone like some kind of loser.”

Steve gives Eddie a wry smile. He retrieves their popcorn and they shuffle into the padded seats at the back of the theatre.

“What else has he been in?”

“I told you. The new Star Trek movies, Wonder Woman, some thriller, I forget the name. You’ll recognise him, I swear.”

“It’s a real treat for you, huh? An actor you like, in a film about D&D?”

“Yeah, it’s niche, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

Eddie gives Steve a little smile.

Wait, is he nervous?

Steve says the name in his head again. It’s still not familiar.

“So what is it about this Chris Pine guy that you like so much?”, nudging Eddie’s elbow.

Even in the dim lighting, Steve spots his pinkening cheeks.

“Weeeelll, he usually plays the good guy, but he can play darker too. He’s got cute hair, a super-buff bod, intense eyes. Jesus, those fuckin’ eyes…”

Eddie’s voice trails off, cracking slightly.

Steve looks sideways, and sees that Eddie isn’t looking at the screen. He’s looking straight at Steve.

Oh.

Steve swallows, shifts in his seat. Tries not to make it obvious that he’s hiding the appearance of an unexpected semi.

OH.

They watch the movie mostly in silence, apart from Steve occasionally gaining clarification on D&D-related plot points and them both whooping and groaning at appropriate junctures.

Steve enjoys it more than he thought he would, admitting,

“That Chris guy is pretty good. I can see why you… like him.”

Eddie coughs.

“Yeah, he’s a pretty good actor, if, y’know, that’s your thing.”

Do it, Steve, just fucking do it.

“It’s still early, do you maybe wanna do something else before the kids get out of school?”

Eddie replies enthusiastically, “Sure!” Adding, more nonchalantly, ”I mean, sure, if you wanted to. Like what?”

“We could go back to your place? You could educate me on the finer points of D&D lore?”

A year later, Steve and Eddie are setting up a tree, celebrating their first Christmas in their new apartment.

The kids are coming over for a festive get-together. Dustin’s the first to arrive, brandishing a small package.

Eddie admonishes, “Hey, we said no presents!”

“I don't care. This is special.”

Steve tears the wrapping, revealing a DVD of ‘Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves’.

“Dustin, how did you know?”

“Dude, it was all over the pair of you as soon as you’d seen it! Since Chris Pine is basically your Cupid, we figured you might like to watch it on your anniversary.”

Eddie grabs the DVD, flings it to the sofa, and bundles his boyfriend into a loose hug.

“Don’t need it, I’ve got my very own Chris Pine right here. Cute hair, super-buff bod, intense eyes.”

He stares deeply into Steve’s.

“Jesus, those fuckin’ eyes…”

Thanks for reading! Please consider commenting on and/or reblogging stuff you like, it really does make Tumblr spin.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddiemicrofic #steddie microfic challenge #eddie munson fluff #Steve Harrington fluff #steddie fluff #Steve’s bi awakening #Steve Harrington’s bi awakening #D&D: honour among thieves #Chris Pine #D&D #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

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aziraphales-library · 1 month

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Helloo,, I was wondering if you had any fics from the Kingdom of Wessex era. (Or anything really around 537 AD/when they were knights!) Thank you !!! : - )

Hi! Here are some Wessex fics...

A Small Island by CopperBeech (E)

After their unexpected encounter in sixth-century Wessex, the Black Knight -- ahem, Crowley -- has an arrangement he'd like Sir Aziraphale to consider. Aziraphale wants something too, and pursues it with uncharacteristic persistence. “So, given it any thought? Comin’ to some kind of arrangement?” Aziraphale seemed to be considering something in the shadows on the other side of the tent. The candle picked up white-blond lights in his hair, glinted on the Saxon glass beaker half full of cloudy mead. “I have,” he said softly, “been giving thought to a good many things.” “This en’t gonna be one of those philosophical discussions you used to drag me to, is it? ‘Cos it was always dead borin’ till they brought in the flute girls. Bangin’ on all night about the Nature Of Love, an’ that.” “Yes,” said Aziraphale.

you are whatever a moon has always meant by meowremus (NR)

He’s holding out an offer steaming from lingering put-out hellfire, and Aziraphale, God damn him (quite), wants to accept. He thinks of walking home with Crowley and asking him more about his life, tell me everything you do, the horrible bits, even, I won’t complain, I’ll bite my tongue and think of your teeth as you look towards the trees and sin. “Are you tempting me, Crowley?” a knight walks into a bar and orders a pint of mead and an intensely homoerotic conversation with his hereditary enemy.

The Kisses in Wessex by SeedsOfWinter (T)

What if Aziraphale and Crowley throughout the ages, but a first kiss of some kind always happens? In Wessex, Crowley enjoys a pleasant afternoon with his hereditary enemy... ——— Over the years stuck in Arthur’s kingdom, Crowley had indulged more and more in the respite of sleep. They’d fully grown to love it. What they did not love was that sleep getting interrupted. “Not today. Lemme sleep.” “I didn’t come all this way,” he said, “just to be shooed off like a common kitchen boy.” His voice was too prim to be one of Crowley’s troupe. The demon shot upright, tossing aside the sheepskin in their momentary panic. The haze of dream-edges evaporated with the dawn of recognition. “Angel.”

Plausible Deniability by caricari (T)

Crowley pops up to the angel's camp, after their meeting in Wessex, to apologise. Kind of.

Rain in Avalon by Snowfilly1 (M)

"Avalon was old when it wore that name. Old and strange and full of wonder, guarded by holly trees and white stags, garlanded by springs that run with water clearer than starlight and hills that echoed with music even in the silence. ‘They told me Arthur was dead, Angel. That I should get up here and start a war now the Round Table’s broken.’ " Crowley, Aziraphale and the Fall of Avalon. The first time they worked together, and the times when magic was, maybe, still part of the world.

Le Morte D’Aziraphale by Ultramarine316 (T)

During his time with King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, Aziraphale winds up in an awkward situation and asks for Crowley’s help extricating himself, but the other Knights don’t respond well to The Black Knight suddenly appearing and carrying off their (Fair Damsel) Sir Aziraphale. Hijinks ensue.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #wessex #mod d

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comfort-questing · 2 years

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something which nobody may keep

whumptober day 3, "impaled."

inspired by one of my favs of @f-ai-n 's art ... a picture taken at precisely the moment of disaster

Ironic and cruel, Kaeya always thought, that Cryo was the cause of it; an Abyss Mage's ice blast glancing past him at precisely the wrong instant, as he'd scrambled up from a slip in the shallows of Cider Lake. Ironic, and cruel, and unexpected, in the moment when he felt his muscles lock up in frigid immobility, holding him in place as the next barrage hurtled towards him.

He saw the last of the sunset light strike golden-red through the shards of ice aimed at him and wondered, for a split second, if this was when he died. How disappointed Diluc would be, if he happened to look over just now from where he was matching blades with a handful of hilichurls further up the beach. How disappointed he would be, for that matter - he'd always hoped for something more impressive to show off to Celestia in exchange for the Vision at his belt -

He heard his name, then, a desperate shout from somewhere just outside his sight - "Kaeya, watch out!"

And then between him and the scarlet sunset, between him and the icy blades, between him and possible imminent humiliation before the eyes of the gods, his ridiculous overprotective older brother appeared, just in time and altogether wrong.

Kaeya could move again a moment later, and move he did, then - whirled out of the way and grabbed Diluc's shoulders to shove him clear as well, despite the ragged pained gasp Diluc made at the motion. And Cryo wouldn't serve him well as he charged forward, but his sword still would, and did - slashing through the last of the Abyss Mage's bubble shield and sending its body flying across the sand to land limp and motionless. The remaining hilichurls were making their retreat now, scattering to the nearby cliffs to lick their wounds.

"How was that?" he called over his shoulder to his brother by the shore line. "Enough to make you realize I'm not - "

But Diluc hadn't gotten up. He still knelt where he had been pushed, one hand to the ground, breathing hard and measured as if against pain; and beneath him, the sand and the lapping waves were turning ghastly red with blood. One deadly-sharp icicle had gone straight through him, its uneven point jutting out of his back just above his hip.

Kaeya flung himself down next to him, gathering him up as he crumpled forward. All the winds in the world seemed to be screaming in his ears, panic tightening his breath, but still he could hear Diluc's ragged breaths and feel his brother's body shuddering in his arms. The icicle was melting swiftly as the Cryo faded, and that meant every moment Diluc was bleeding out more quickly.

"Kaeya." Diluc's voice was a ragged ghost of itself, his eyes blindly blinking upwards. "Kaeya, are you - all right?"

"Of course, blast you." He wrenched the clasp of his cloak loose, pressing the slippery folds of fabric against Diluc's wound, trying to stem the blood flow. "What kind of stupid question is that? Think about yourself. Save your strength."

"Good. I - I was - so scared." Diluc smiled, weakly. "I told you - that anyone might need - backup sometimes." He coughed again, blood spattering his face and Kaeya's above him. "I'm sorry - that I wasn't more. Wasn't - what you needed, when you - "

"Stop talking." Kaeya spoke through clenched teeth. "I don't need your deathbed confession. Because you're not going to die, do you hear me?"

This time, Diluc didn't answer.

"Diluc." Kaeya felt his throat closing with terror, tongue clumsy in his mouth.

...How many times could the world fall apart and still manage to exist? But he of all people knew that death wasn't kind or polite, and the sun kept rising anyway, inconsiderately, and you had to get up and find something else to hold onto, over and over and over again...

But it wasn't time for that yet. Surely not yet.

" 'Luc, don't go. Open your eyes - "

The dusk was falling around them, the last of the sunset gone, and Diluc's blood black now in the dimness, on the ground and on his hands and his coat. He staggered upright, wet sand unsteady beneath his boots, Diluc limply motionless against him, and set off towards the city lights of Mondstat.

Kaeya didn't pray to the gods that had supposedly granted him his Vision, the ones who'd blasted his homeland in the distant past and taken both his fathers from him. He had never wanted to, or thought they would listen to him anyway, a damned and treacherous Khaen'riahn stranded under the wrong sky.

But that night he did, all through the swift winter twilight: begging for Diluc's whisper-thin rapid breaths to continue, for the makeshift bandaging of his cloak and Cryo-ice to hold sufficiently. Begging for his brother's life, because Diluc at least had always tried to do what was right, no matter how stupid it ended up being.

And later, he prayed too, in the light of the Cathedral candles, mutely and desperately with his bloody palms laid open on his knees, as Barbara's soft song echoed through his dazed ears and Jean and the doctor exchanged worried glances as they worked to piece his brother's torn body back together; and there was nothing left between him and despair save for that thin fragile hope.

He couldn't bear Jean's comforting touch on his shoulder, or the blanket Barbara tried to drape around him, or the tea Sister Grace tried to press into his hands; these were things you gave to people who were falling apart, and he wasn't, he wasn't. He didn't need to be, not yet. That would come later, if so.

...And maybe even a damned and treacherous exile could reach to Celestia, or close enough, because when daylight came Diluc was still breathing, and his cold fingers gave back some gentle pressure at Kaeya's touch.

So Kaeya laid his head down on the table next to his brother, to sleep in a world still unbroken, until they both woke.

#whumptober2022 #whumptober no. 3 #genshin impact whump #well and here I thought I had writ my lot of it already #guess this is the bonus round #crossposting to ao3 #crow writes a thing

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luimagines · 9 months

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((Caren adventures Imagine))

The chain and Ethan enter the cavern and each have a torches to look for the yiga clan that's inside but found three paths so time look to the group and spit them in three.

First group: warrior, wind, wild and book

Second group: Ethan, four, legend

Third group: time, twilight ,hyrule

The three group form and they go in spit paths that lead to different areas of the cavern.

Four even though he's focused on the task at hand but does the book in this group so he know that the others will be hard to get information from why some the chain give Ethan looks.

Ethan sign language:I sense something up ahead.

Legend: okay but will you fix my?-

Ethan shale his head since this is his bookagic not his

Legend sign and pull out a rose from his hair as another take its place but ethan mute chuckle that the book did this to legemd as a prank. the group armed themselves and slowly enter what look to be a dark area but see small light from the other side.

The third group end up in what look to be a water canal and before the group can look around the way they came from close and a water monster appeared from the water and a eyeball with it.

Time know this kind and told the group to arm themselves for a fight.

The first group somehow end up back from were they started and they took a different path but end up back to the start.

Warrior start to have a headache, wind scream out of fusion and wild look around to see if there's a clue on were to actually go as the book try to sense around them for magic traps or triggers but nothing.

Book: well this is unexpected..

....You're missing Sky, buddy. ^.^*

Wild instantly grabs a health potion for both Warrior and Wind, not wanting them to let in pain.

Sky was with Four, Ethan and Legend, wondering if the Master Sword could help with Legend hair. Then again, it could really only disperse dark or black magic... he has his doubt if that's what the book did.

I guess Time's group have to fight that annoying amoeba.... Someone cheese it and corner the eye! The fight won't last long that way. :D

#pinky replies #armless! ethan

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coldvampire · 1 year

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nsfw alphabet -- amber mitchell

once again, just doing this because i can lmao. kat's is here.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Slightly awkward, but Mitchell takes instruction well. She wants to care for her partner when they’re done, but doesn’t really know the best approach to it unless she’s told directly. Left to her own devices, she’s going to clean up and initiate some sort of skin to skin contact, though that varies based on how touched-out she might be feeling after. If she’s too wound up from all the touching, then she’ll at least be in the room with them and talk about everything & nothing until they’re ready to sleep. And if she’s not too up to talking, she’s going to throw a movie on for background noise while they snuggle back into bed.

Oh, and she’s going to change the sheets too, no matter what. Mid-act, she’s fine with whatever fluids get spilled, but after? Changing the bedsheets is literally the first order of business, and she can’t relax until that’s done.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Mitchell likes her hands. She’s got fairly elegant hands with relatively long fingers, and she’s pretty damn clever with them if she wants to be. She also likes the contrast between the scarred skin on her wrists and the almost flawless skin on the back of her hands & palms.

In her partners, Mitchell enjoys contrast. She’s a thin, bony figure without any real heft to her and stands on the short side of average at 5″4. She’s immensely curious about anyone who doesn’t fit a similar description.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Does not care about it. Like, at all. It’s a part of sex, but it does nothing for her personally. She doesn’t really like to swallow if she has the option, though, largely because it’s not blood and therefore doesn’t really agree with her body.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so much a secret as it is unexpected, but Mitchell is very fond of pulling out a video camera for the evening. She likes to the the scene first, to the point where making the room nice is almost a form of foreplay. She never intended to share the videos, exactly, but if it’s a particularly good one and no one’s face is in the frame, then why not? She prefers actual VHS recordings to digital ones, but she’s flexible in that regard. When she watches them back, it’s almost an out-of-body experience. She’s fascinated by how she looks and moves when she’s truly lost in a haze of desire and pleasure, and it’s kind of a self-esteem boost too. Her collection is pretty impressive, and admittedly most co-star Beckett (with an occasional guest appearance from Anatole). She won’t bring it up with a partner if she thinks they wouldn’t be comfortable, though, and she would never record without full consent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pre-embrace, Mitchell only had three sexual partners, and none were particularly adventurous. She’s more open to encounters these nights for sure, once she realized that sex could be something beyond a way to pass the time. Proposition her if she considers you a friend, and she’ll likely respond quite favourably.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mitchell definitely enjoys being perched on a table or countertop while her partner stands. Up against the wall is pretty okay too, but it can get precarious so it’s only an option if she’s sure she won’t be dropped. She’s pretty partial to doggy too.

If her partner knows what they’re doing and knows how to make something feel good, Mitchell is pretty down for just about anything. She’s also certain that she still has plenty left to learn in the bedroom, and enjoys expanding her knowledge via hands-on experiences.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s all across the map and doesn’t really care as long as everyone is enjoying themselves. If she’s trying something new though, she’s usually more focused and serious. Same goes if she’s playing a particular role that requires that type of energy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s pretty hair-free (blame the pre-death malnourishment, honestly). There’s a small amount of dark brown hair between her legs that’s kept neat and trimmed up. She does appear to have a bit of a preference for more hairy partners, perhaps subconsciously.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, this varies. She’s in open relationships with multiple people, and is good at reading the room individually. Sometimes she’s quite adoring, holding hands and wanting close contact. Other times she’s more detached and borderline clinical, clearly interested in what she’s doing but in a way that feels distinctly more removed and perhaps even self serving.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Mitchell is actually on the asexual spectrum and operates on a system of reciprocal desire most of the time, so she really doesn’t need to take care of herself all that much. She might if she’s feeling bored. She can’t even say she finds phone or video chat sex super hot because it’s missing the physical aspect of being pleasured by another person. Mutual masturbation in the same room is a different story.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I’m not sure if recording falls under voyeurism or what, but it’s definitely I felt up there. Body worship but without calling it that. She doesn’t really care for how she looks. At best, she feels neutral about herself. At worst, she thinks she’s ruined her own body over time and there’s nothing to enjoy about it. So I think knowing she’s physically desired would be important to Mitchell.

She’s had some group sex too that she wouldn’t mind doing again. Come to think of it, Mitchell has a pretty active sex life and it’s definitely filled with a variety of experiences, but she doesn’t have an excess of kinks herself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

She’s pretty basic (bedroom, haven, etc) but it doesn’t take much to convince her to do it in her van. There’s more than enough room to manoeuvre and there’s no need to find privacy if she’s out and about because she travels with it. She also likes hotel rooms; it gives her the feeling of being transient and that’s a little exciting.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Responsive desire. Rarely will Mitchell initiate anything sexually. If she does, it was probably just an unintended consequence of seeking out physical closeness. So it’s up to her partner to make their wants known and get the ball rolling. Once she’s aware of it and has been properly warmed up is when she starts to really lean into the attraction. Another way of saying this might be to call it an attraction to blunt honesty—just tell her what you want and how you want her to do it. She’s pretty damn pleased with how well she can take instruction.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not into the usual grouping of ‘extreme’ kinks, and she admittedly finds role play to be too awkward to actually get into. She’s a switch and her reactions to stimuli can change based on that, but she doesn’t want to play as anyone aside from herself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

So fun fact: Mitchell never actually received oral before she started seeing Beckett. She’d given a few unenthusiastic blowjobs, but that was it. She trusts him, so it didn’t take much to get her to lie down for the first time, and it truly was a life altering event. He’s unintentionally created a monster; receiving is probably one of Mitchell’s favourite activities to engage in now. She doesn’t even really care if she’s sitting on the furniture or her partner’s face for it, she’s just eager to be pleasured.

Giving is something she’s significantly less excited about. Her feelings are pretty lukewarm on it. She doesn’t appreciate anything that makes her gag, and she isn’t super fond of having things touch her face. She’ll happily do it if her partner wants, but it’s not typically something she’s overly excited for. She’ll get the job done, but it probably won’t be the best oral her partner has experienced.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I fused these categories together since her reasons are pretty well the same.

Mitchell tends to want to take her time on things and doesn’t like the idea of quickies necessitated by risk of being caught. It’s mostly because she’s not the type of person who engages in sexual activities unprompted or without some encouragement, and short sessions don’t allow her to make the proper mental/physical shift for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Definitely. She’s infinitely curious about new and undiscovered physical sensations so if you ever wanted someone open to damn near anything, it’s Mitchell. That said, if she already knows she’s not into something, there’s no convincing her to give it another go. She’s pretty sure of her opinions.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She's undead, so theoretically she can go one for a while. But I actually think Mitchell prefers a longer, single session rather than multiple short bursts. Mostly just because it's easier for her to keep riding her peak rather than trying to repeatedly climb the high.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Mitchell is open to toys, but again, it's an effort thing. Not in a way where she can't be bothered, but it's more like she just won't think to use them unless prompted. She's absolutely down if a partner brings it up, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, she's got a tendency towards this. Her teasing comes from a more falsified innocent energy. She'll explore her partner and their reactions with a certain intense curiosity, acting like it's all an experiment for her. It's not really sultry, which weirdly helps with the appeal of it. But she's forceful about it, it's not an act of weakness. Insistent fingers and probing looks, etc etc etc. If she's taking a more submissive role, she's very pliant and keeps up that exploratory nature but from a receptive side. 'What happens if you do it like this?'

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She doesn't get as loud as Kat can, but she doesn't start out trying to be nearly as quiet either. She's relatively vocal and doesn't see the need to try and mitigate that most of the time, and most of it is usually pretty coherent too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Extremely down for group sex so long as she's at least friendly with the parties involved. She's poly in a way that's pretty casual, so it's happened before with partners of partners. Even if she's only engaging directly with the people she's officially seeing, it's still a good time with third parties. She's definitely teamed up with Anatole in the past to lovingly torture Beckett. Those two haven't had sex before, but they've absolutely high-fived in the middle of a threeway.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Scrawny thing. Mitchell doesn't have a lot of meat on her whatsoever, so anyone she sleeps with had better be prepared for sharp angles. She stands at 5"4 and looks average with her clothes on, but there's something about her that looks fragile when she strips. She's got quite a few self-inflicted scars on her arms and upper thighs, though they weren't fresh at the time of her embrace. She's ambivalent about them and would answer someone honestly if they asked, so again, that's something her partner has to be relaxed about.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sort of mentioned above, but low unless something actually prompts it. But if she likes you, this isn't a difficult thing to do. She's got time and you're feeling it? She's good to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. Usually she just wants to get cleaned up afterwards and move onto a new activity.

#vampire the masquerade #oc tag #amber mitchell

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hey pal, i dont remember if i sent you an ask already??? so just in case here; bloody gary, milk, and heat death of the universe ice coffee for shapesmith :v?

hehe u did, so i'm going to answer all of these!! :]

Bloody Gary: What "incorrect quotes"-type conversation best describes you and your F/O?

ooh i've actually played around with an incorrect quotes generator a while ago and got some i really liked!! :D

Heat Death of the Universe Iced Coffee: What's a small quirk or behavior your F/O has that you go absolutely hog wild over every time?

i really love how expressive they are, both in the way they move & emote!!! i really hope that's something that gets picked up in the animated series somehow, like i imagine him to always move in a somewhat exaggerated way, like he's always got a bit of that Roger Rabbit feel to him lmao. not to the point where it feels jarring, but i think it'd be fun if he just...was animated a bit more cartoony than the others, if that makes sense. they are just a silly guy <3

ALSO, another thing i've talked about before that's really really sweet to me is that he...kinda seems to enjoy casual physical touch :') i'm mostly basing this on two instances of him putting his hand on people's shoulder in the comic while taking to them which. i know that's kind of nothing but it has lead to me headcanoning him as someone who's just very prone to these kind of casual little touches (while staying respectful of people's boundaries of course) and probably also enjoys people doing the same to him....also ky's head probably exploded the first time he placed a hand on their arm while talking to them

Milk: If, before you engaged with your F/O's source, someone had told you that you'd get super attached to that character, would you have believed them? Why or why not?

i'm. pretty sure i wouldn't have, because i honestly didn't pay that much attention to them during my first time reading the volumes he appeared in dsjkhskj 💀 i mean, MAYBE if someone had given me all the information there's to know about them because he does check a few boxes when it comes to the type (or one type, at least) of characters i like, but?? i still have to admit that he was just kinda unremarkable to me when he first appeared, i actually skimmed over a lot of his scenes and had to go back to reread them later once i became...more interested in them....i was also actually way more interested in another character from their source before my brain started focusing on them and fully expected to f/o said character which. obviously did not end up happening. so like, overall i guess it's definitely not like i would have been appalled by the idea of becoming attached to him, but it would've been hard for me to believe that i'd love him as much as i do now because my first reaction was basically just "...eh"? falling in love with them was definitely a very unexpected (but welcome) turn of events for me lmao

Corpse Reviver: Do you notice any specific categories, types, or trends with your F/Os? What are they?

Hfjfjf honestly i would love to know if anyone notices a type because it's...really hard for me to pin down. i guess when it comes down to it, i really like characters who are just sort of. nice and silly??? even if it's hidden behind a though/serious exterior sometimes....also characters who are very passionate about something i guess!!! i think all in all in just like characters that feel, hm, safe to me i guess?? as in, i think about them when i need someone to comfort me and i feel like i'd genuinely have fun being with them and like i wouldn't have to pretend to be someone else around them, like they'd actually love me for me and even encourage me to be myself and do the things i love - like, characters who inspire me in some way and make me feel more comfortable going out of my comfort zone?? i think at this point in my life i tend to gravitate towards characters who reflect traits that i'd actually love in a real life partner, which. i guess sounds very basic as far as types go?? but that's probably the closest i get to describing it jdjdjd

Beeps and Boops: Regardless of the type of media your F/O is actually from, if you could render your self ship's story as any form of media (a book, a movie, a game, etc.) what would it be?

definitely a comic!!!! i'm actually envisioning parts of it in my head constantly augh....i wish i had the time and energy necessary to actually create it </3

Tax on the Beach: Describe (or post a picture if you want) your favorite moment from your F/O in their source! Why is that your favorite?

i already answered this but i'm just gonna add another moment i really like......

honestly i don't have anything profound to say i'm just kinda obsessed with this hkjfhf

#thank yooou <3 #long post #parasite mention #r: shapesmith 👽#letters 💌

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primusfortuna · 1 year

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Scar ⟡ Beginning of a Bond (04)

[01] [02] [03] [XX] [05] [06] [07]

“Unexpected Request”

A little moonlight shines through the gaps of the drawn curtains.

Emma is sound asleep atop her mattress, her chest gently rising and falling.

And beside her—

Scar: Hehe. She’s fast asleep.

—is Scar, out of his key.

Scar: For some reason, watching you like this reminds me of “that person”...

Scar: …Did you know he was just like you? So kind and gentle…

Scar: He lived with his grandpa in the mountains when he was little. He loved his grandpa to pieces. Their day-to-day life was full of happiness and joy.

Scar: But one day, his grandpa got sick and died.

Scar: That day reminded him of something.

Scar: “Death occurs when someone loses their dream-power—and their soul.”

Scar: That’s what his grandpa told him a long time ago.

Scar: Dream-power can be found anywhere in the world, right? So he just needed to get his hands on a departed soul.

Scar: Then if he gave that soul to his grandpa, he’d come back to life… That’s what “that person” hoped.

Scar: So he tried to pull out souls from all kinds of plants and animals…

Scar: But he could never find one.

Scar gently runs his fingers along Emma’s chest, and a smile appears on his face.

Scar: I’m positive that there’s a soul somewhere inside of here.

Scar: …Someday, I wanna see it, too.

The next morning, I was on my way to run a work errand at the World Guild Association headquarters.

Emma: It’s just a small task. I’m fine on my own… Why are you coming with me?

Daste: I’m not doin’ it for you.

Daste: It’s ‘cause Shiharu and Lykos will be on my ass if this idiot people-opener tries anything.

Daste: I’d rather be here to beat and blow him up than risk sitting through a lecture from those two.

Daste: Obviously this way sounds easier.

Emma: …I see.

Emma: That’s not a very peaceful solution, but I’m grateful that you’ll be here to stop him.

Our conversation falls off there. Walking beside me, Scar has been cheerfully humming to himself for some time.

Scar: I love it here! There’s so many people~ Hehe, I’m getting so excited wanting to open them up~

Scar: …Hm hum hum~ Gyaah! ♪ Hm humhum~ Gyaah! ♪

Emma: ……

Emma: Hey, Scar? Is that song from somewhere?

Scar: This? This is called the Song of Dying Screams! Hehe~ Fun, right? I made it up myself!

Scar: Hm hum hum~ Gyaa! ♪ Humhum~ Gyaah! ♪

Daste: ……

Scar: Gyah! Argh! Noo! Gyahh~ ♪ Dying, dying, screaming, screaming~♪ Song of dying screams~♪

Daste: Alright, shut up!! That doesn’t even make sense! Shut the fuck up!

Woman: H-Hey… That man is shouting at the air… Is something the matter…?

Man: Shh! You probably shouldn’t stare.

Daste: ……

Scar: Ahaha! They’re worried about you~!

Daste: AAH!? And whose fault is that, huh!? Come on! Materialize yourself, you little punk! I’m gonna blow you to pieces!

Emma: D-Daste, calm down…! See, you’re bringing even more attention to yourself. Daste…!

At last, I reach the Guild Association headquarters.

I wrap up my business while Daste keeps an eye on Scar. But right before I can regroup with them—

Staff Member: Could I borrow you for a minute?

Staff Member: If I recall correctly, you’re currently assigned to the pyrotechnics meister Daste, right?

Emma: Oh! Yes. Do you need something…?

Staff Member: Could you take this request letter to him?

Emma: Of course!

With the envelope in hand, I head towards my agreed-upon meeting place with Daste and Scar.

Scar: Welcome back, Emma-san~

Daste: Hey. All finished?

Emma: Yeah! …Oh, one of the staff members gave me this request letter on my way out. It’s for you, Daste.

Daste: Aah? Request letter? It’s through the Association, so does that mean it’s a public job?

Emma: (Hound Sweeper is a very secretive guild. Hardly anyone knows of its existence, even within the Association.)

Emma: (Guild members take on all kinds of crime-related jobs, delegated to them by Shiharu.)

Daste takes the envelope and crudely rips it open by the seal. Then he pulls out the document inside.

Curious, Scar and I close in on Daste from either side to get a peek at its contents.

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#dream meister and the recollected black fairy #yumekuro #yume shokunin to wasureji no kuroi yousei #yumekuro translations #ymkr #ymkr tl #fairy story #scar #beginning of a bond

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azurescaled-arch · 1 year

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Unexpected, but not unwelcomed. If anything, he'd dared HOPE Izumi would say something similar or akin to the enticing proposition now placed within his willing palms, and it would appear Diluc's rare spell of optimism had come to bear fruit. It was difficult not to admire the clinic owner's boldness. The confidence in which he exuded to back these claims, more notably, whereas the man who had jumpstarted all this was hiding away beneath the palm of his hand, at internal WAR with himself on whether or not he wanted to pursue what they both wanted, and likely NEEDED.

It doesn't take much convincing thereafter, given how perfectly the cards had fallen into place. The emptiness of the clinic, the tension rising to near unrelenting levels as Izumi closed the distance . . . it's almost too good to be true, yet even the war weary vigilante had a breaking point.

" Comfort is hardly a priority, " he manages to mutter amidst a shift in position, strong arms pulling Izumi close and flush against him, before twisting them both around and lifting Izumi, just enough, to allow those gorgeous legs to wrap around Diluc's waist. " Just let me take care of you, I don't care where. " Or how, or when. A bed, this wall, the floor . . . it needn't be drawn out and planned like some date night rendezvous.

" Archons, I n e e d you . . . "

Lips were upon sunkissed flesh, wherever they may find purchase, hungrily and adventurously marking territory whilst the extent of his arousal gradually became obvious. They would make it to the bed eventually -- after all, garments needed to be shed, at some point, and that would, unfortunately, require a momentary establishment of DISTANCE betwixt them, but for now . . . he was well and truly content pressing himself, teasingly, into where he kept the healer safely and securely pressed to the wall, devouring him with greedy tongue and lips and daring hands that told the story of a need left neglected for far too long.

Izumi wasn’t exactly picky about the situation himself, and was comfortable with whatever Diluc happened to enjoy. He’s almost tempted to just let the former knight take him right then and there, but he needs to shed his robes first. He tilted his head so that the other’s lips could find more untouched flesh. There’s not many times where Izumi feels the need to indulge in any kind of activity like this, mostly because he never felt comfortable enough to be in such a vulnerable state with another. Not to mention how warm Diluc is, it makes him happy to have such a close moment with him.

“Diluc, if you’re impatient...You can just take me against the wall. I’m not picky, and I would very much enjoy finally getting to pleasure you.”

He threads his fingers through the other’s hair, humming softly, it’s hard to keep himself quiet, because he’s aware that sometimes his voice can carry, and well, even if the clinc was locked, he doesn’t want to be the gossip of Mondstat. He rather likes the image he has now, because it’s one he’s carefully crafted, and well, he doesn’t like the idea of someone knowing about his sex life in any capacity.

“I want to get you out of these clothes...I wish to see all of you, if you would be so kind.”

@tenebriism

#Let this be a Lesson (In Character)#tenebriism

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hollyharper · 2 years

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The Bachelor- Damian Wayne x Female Reader

Part 1-

How you got here is still a blur. It had started with your friend submitting your portfolio to the waynes and ended where you are now, in the Wayne’s version of the Bachelor. Bruce would never trust his beloved son in the hands of media producers. For why Bruce made this decision, there are a thousand accounts. The one you had been told was that Damian had been an adverse to dating from the start, and his father was attempting to ignite that flame. You had seen hundreds of photos of Bruce Wayne’s eighteen year old heir, in everyone he was frowning. Now, you stand in Wayne Manor’s rarely used ballroom. About fourteen other girls wait with you. How long will you be here? Your best friend had gotten you this far. You can still remember her face as she hugged you goodbye. You both knew nothing would ever be the same after this.

Cameras are everywhere. You force yourself to stand up straight. Your dress falls down to the floor in gentle waves. It’s turquoise color highlights your skin tone, but that color does that for any tone. You had been wise to do so. To your surprise, you’re the only girl in blue. The rest are clothed in dark reds and greens. While you had chosen a more elegant dress, the other girls had taken a more sexy appearance. It’s saddening. The others dress as if the only thing that matters in this ‘contest’ is body shape. At least, you stand out in that way. The entire Wayne family, not counting Damian himself, are here. The girls disperse throughout the room. You find yourself nervously watching from the corner as all the others make small talk with the family and each other. This could be your family one day. The idea hits hard. If you win, if you somehow manage to win the heart of the richest teen in the world, you could have Wayne as your last name. You shake your head, what are the chances?

“Hello.”

You jump at the unexpected voice. You whirl around, and find yourself face to face with Damian Wayne.

“H-hi.” You stammer.

A lock of hair falls from your bun and into your face. You tuck it behind your ear, your hands shaking.

“I’m Y/n.” You whisper.

“It’s an honor to meet you.” He says flatly. It is clearly a practiced response.

A giggle erupts from your mouth. Your face flushes red. His frown deeps towards a scowl.

“Where are you from?” He asks, probably another rehurashed question.

“You've probably never heard of it.” You manage.

Did he look this hot before? His hair had clearly been slicked back with gel, but slowly, it’s breaking free. His jaw is well defined, his nose thin and regal, and his emerald green eyes, are the most alluring thing you’ve ever seen.

“What are your interests?” He asks.

“I like art.” You choke out. You fidget with the fabric of your skirt.

His eye brows arch. “What kind of art?”

“Acrylic, Watercolor, sketching. I also do a little digital work.” The anxiety bleeds away somewhat, as you ramble.

“I’d love to see your work some time.” Damian says, with something closer to a smile than his earlier scowl.

“R-really?” Your stammer returns.

“Of course. I dabble in art myself.” The corners of his mouth turn up a little more.

“That’s cool.” You raise your chin a little more. “What d-”

“Damian!”

He turns from you, his expression falling back into dislike. “Yes, Father?”

Bruce meets your eyes, then stumps to whisper in his son’s ear. Damian flat out scowls. Bruce patts his son’s shoulder before whisking away to greet some of the other girls. Damian’s scowl stay’s planted.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

He scoffs. “I’m supposed to greet all the others.”

“Oh.” He looks eager for any escape.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x female reader #Damian Wayne x fem!reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x y/n #fanfic #damian wayne fanfiction #fanfciton

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jinxthejubilee · 2 years

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To Think We're Only Shadows

*MC is sent to the human world for an assignment of some kind without the brothers to go with them. Instructed by Lord Diavolo, the seven main Little D's are tasked to accompany MC and keep them safe. But what would the Little D's do if they found out someone was...watching MC?*

Warning: Contains elements of mind control, shape-shifting, swearing (I guess), and mentions of fights.

Gender neutral MC.

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Well, this was unexpected.

While the numerous unorthodox tasks given to the exchange student on a daily basis was nothing new, as it was practically routine at this point, hearing the young lord declare that they were assigned to go to the human realm, alone, without the demon brothers, was very surprising.

What made this quest even more bizarre, was that rather than the brother's accompanying them, the Little D's would go instead.

According to Diavolo, it was purely for safety precautions. While the brother's would not be permitted to come with them, the Little D's could serve as bodyguards and helpful guides for whatever the human needed.

Nonetheless, MC accepted the task, much to the brother's visible concern and protest. So off they went!

For the first few days in the human world, things went by without much incident. But it didn't take long before the little demons could sense something was wrong.

And their suspicions were confirmed when they spotted three figures in the distance as they walk along the streets. Hiding among the buildings. Watching them.

The few who noticed didn't react, and those who didn't were told not to say or do anything.

They couldn't act, not yet. Not with MC around, they could get hurt. And the little familiars didn't want to worry the exchange student even more, what with their already daunting task ahead of them. And certainly not when they were sleeping so peacefully in their temporary bed of the motel room.

3, 6, and 7 snuggled close to the sleeping human, while their eyes were transfixed on the doors and windows, high alert for any intruders.

Meanwhile...

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"So, what shall we do with you?"

The owner of the question stood tall, hands firmly gripping the rope tied around the victims necks, with his illuminated blue eyes piercing through the shadows.

The alley was shrouded in darkness, with no glimmer of moonlight to provide any source of light.

On the ground laid the three figures, now tied up, beaten, and giving terrified gazes towards their captors.

Their fear was justifiable, but they really should have seen this coming.

The grand plan of these three imbeciles was to somehow sneak into the human world to follow MC on their journey, and rid them of their soul, subsequently ending the exchange program once and for all.

What they didn't take into account was that they would be guarded.

As expected of impulsive lower demons.

"You three got guts, I'll give you that!" Proclaimed the silhouette with golden eyes, flashing a toothy grin and a phony impressed look at the shaking figures on the ground.

"Following around the human protected by the Seven Avatars of Hell. Stalkin' around the block like ya own the place. You're either trying and failing to impress 'The Great Mammon', or you're out of your damn minds!"

"And to instigate a fight between four of the most powerful demons in the Devildom." The third captor added.

He glared in anger and disgust at the beaten lesser demons below him. His eyes were trained on the assailants, every little movement made by the captured men, were met with the intense, petrifying stare of his green eyes.

"How utterly pathetic."

"Asmodeus." The blue-eyed captor commanded, acknowledging the fourth demon to his right.

The pink-eyed demon seemed to perk up slightly after hearing the taller demon's command. An ever-growing grin stretched along his face, and his eyes appeared to have brightened up with excitement.

An amused, yet menacing chuckle was heard from the fifth- born, and responded with all too happy, "Very well," before he walked towards the tied up demon on the right.

Asmodeus grabbed a hold of the assailants hair to keep him from facing down, while the other hand lifted his chin upwards to keep his focus.

The fifth-born's glowing eyes had begun to swirl, mesmerizing the captive demon, who could only stare back, unable to break from his gaze.

After a few moments of unbroken concentration, the demon of lust let his hands fall from the lesser demon's head and face before standing up. Said lesser demon's head dipped forward before raising his head again, keeping his now swirled pink eyes on his holder.

"Listen well, my dear~." Asmodeus announced in a cheerfully demonic tone.

"You will obey and follow the Avatar of Wrath to the portal without question. You will be brought back home, where upon your arrival, you will receive your proper punishment from the Demon Lord himself."

"Oh! And if your companions awaiting in the Devildom call you about any of this, you will not reply. You are to speak of this to no one. Because you're just fine. Understand?"

The lesser demon absent-mindedly nodded in reply.

"Perfect~." Asmo purred, clasping his hands together.

He looked towards the other two prisoners on the ground, who looked between their hypnotized comrade and his hypnotist.

"H-hey!"

The lesser demon in the middle, presumably the leader, cried out.

His voice was laced with fear, yet he managed to summon whatever courage he had left to shout in demand at the Avatar of Lust.

"W-w-what did you do to him?!"

"Precisely what I'll do to both of you." The pink-eyed demon responsed gleefully.

As he crept slowly towards the last two demons, that amused laughter returned, echoing the quiet alleyway.

"Your turn.~"

The pink-eyed demon repeated his instructed command on the other lesser demon.

The sounds of screaming halted once the group leader became entranced, leaving the last of the three to cower in fear as he was forced to stare into the eyes of his captor.

"Finished!" Asmo exclaimed as he dropped the last demon's head and stood up again quickly, returning to his former place.

"Well done, Asmodeus," said the blue-eyed demon.

He turned his head towards the far left to look at the green-eyed demon, who by now has been holding himself back from taking the opportunity to finish off their prisoners now that they were more vulnerable.

"Satan," the blue-eyed demon began, gesturing his brother to take the ropes from his hand.

"Take them to the portal. They are at your command, so you shouldn't have any problems. But don't take too long getting there, the effects of Asmo's mesmerization only lasts so long."

"Fine." Satan muttered, accepting the ropes. He wrapped the ropes around his wrists once, to tighten his grip, before yanking the ropes harshly.

"Follow me." He commanded.

The three demons obeyed, standing up slowly and walking towards Satan.

The green-eyed demon led them out of the alley, yanking on the ropes urging them to go faster.

Soon enough, the four of them disappeared into the night, leaving the other three alone.

"Well, that was exhausting." Asmodeus declared with a sigh.

"You said it," the golden-eyed brother nodded in agreement. He let his arms droop and his back slouch forward.

"I'm beat."

"Shhh! Be quiet! What if they can still hear you?" The blue-eyed demon exclaimed.

"They're long gone, No. 1." Laughed 'Mammon'.

"Not like they can focus on anything anyway. Besides, even if they did hear something, it'd make it ten times funnier to think that they were scared of US! Doncha think?"

"He's right." Said 'Asmodeus' facing his golden-eyed brother.

"Plus, there were only three that were following MC, right No. 2?"

"Eh," No. 2 shrugged. "As far as I know anyway. I scoped around the place to see if there were more. Didn't see a thing. In any case, No. 4 will take the punks we found back to the Devildom. We'll file a report tomorrow morning."

"Until we get back, we need to watch our backs. If there are more demons around here, our top priority is keeping MC safe. Got it?"

Both of the familars nodded in reply.

"Good, now c'mon." Little D. No. 2 beckoned the other two to follow him.

Getting a running start, No. 2 jumped into the air.

Thousands of golden particles surrounded his body, appearing to be shrinking him. Until finally the particles dissipated, revealing Little D. No. 2 to be back in his top hat wearing, long-grinned self.

"Let's get going. I don't know about you two, but I'm not stayin' out here all night. It's freezin', y'know?"

No. 1 and No. 5 followed swiftly after No. 2, shifting back into their original forms.

"By the way, No. 1," spoke No. 5 turning to the Little D in question.

"Your impression of Mr. Lucifer was spot on! I got goosebumps just watching you. For a moment, I thought he was really there, about to choke those guys to death with the rope!"

"Of course I did." No. 1 said sharply.

"Only the first Little Demon of Pride could make for a perfect impersonator for the Avatar of Pride."

"Just make sure that the next time we do this," No. 2 added without looking back, swinging an awfully familiar hat with his finger.

"You don't get your hat stuck on your horns again."

"What?!"

No. 1's reached his hands on his head in search of his hat, before he realized that his fellow familiar did indeed have his hat.

"Hey!" Shouted an embarrassed Little D. No. 1 flying faster towards the thief.

No. 5 had to suppress a giggle as he watched the two play cat and mouse in the air.

Author's Note: And done! What did you guys think? I know it's not that good since it's my first-ever story, but I think it turned out alright. Sorry if it got a bit repetitive with the way I was describing everyone in the story, I'll work on that if/when I do this again. Feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you later! Byeee 💗

#mini story #obey me little d #obey me little d no. 2 #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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We Met Within This Screen (final chapter, pt. 2, the end.)

part one here

A/N: Thank you guys for all of your wonderful comments and the love sent my way for this fanfic. I've had a great time writing it despite its rocky moments. I really hope this ending does it justice; I've never gotten to write a proper conclusion to anything like this before. It's the first time I've ever completed a multi-chapter work such as this, so I'm happy. 🍾🥂 Here's to finishing what you start, and enjoy. :)

Just shy of a half-hour later, he was finished telling the story. She had sat the both of them down on the couch, one on each end, and he explained in great detail everything leading up to current-day. Tales of the ooze, Mutagen, as he'd told her; the rat named Splinter, a man formerly known as Hamato Yoshi, who had fathered and trained them; and lastly, their mission. Be of service, protect the city; have a good heart. And Donnie most certainly had a good heart. He was not the outlandish figure she'd first saw and recognized him as. He was the guy she had come to know as Bo, Donatello, who was the same person she'd talked to this whole time. At some points of the retelling, he got excited to share some of their adventures. This came after their humble beginnings of struggling in the sewers. Donnie was happy to share after so long of dodging saying anything about his life.

She nodded along to this talking. "...and that's how we're here," he said finally, putting his hands on his legs. "Since we're here, any questions?"

She replied with a no, looking over at the TV that had remained on the entire time. Donnie stayed seated as she got up and got the remote, also glancing at the clock on the wall, which read 10:45 PM. She switched the TV off. Looks like it's time to go, he thought. He rose from the couch and fixed the pillow he'd displaced.

"Donnie, this has been...strange," and for a split second, his face fell, "but not bad! Though, it is getting late."

"Oh, no—yeah, no, I understand," he sputtered bashfully, activating the staff which collapsed back into its smaller form. He tucked it away somewhere on him.

For a moment, he simply stood there as if wanting to say something, but the words never found him. "So it's goodbye?" he asked quietly. The way he said it made it seem like he thought it was forever. But it was on until they figured out how to pick up where they left off after that night. Undoubtedly, things would be different going forward. He didn't know if that would be good or bad.

"Only until next time," she told him, a small smile present. He visibly relaxed. "You're still my friend, Donatello."

He smiled. "I knew that. Totally."

Showing himself out, he stepped onto the balcony, looking back one last time before he bounded away. He held up his hand and gave a small wave.

But she hadn't said bye yet, so he stuck around for a moment longer, though it was met with an awkward silence. He was beginning to go over the railing when she ran over to the door, stopping him. "Wait," she said, and he crawled back over the railing with a confused but curious expression. "I actually do have a question. Just one, before you go."

"Sure," he said, inviting her to go on. She had to look up to see his face being so close.

Tenderly, she asked, "Why'd you not tell me, after all that time? Would you have ever chosen to do this if it hadn't been for an accident?"

Donnie couldn't give her an answer on that.

He sighed, slightly shaking his head. "I couldn't, [y/n]. We've been through this."

"I only wanted you to trust me, Donnie," she responded. And that was, really, how she'd felt. Throughout their entire friendship, it had felt one-sided in that regard. Trusting but not trusted, but she hadn't any idea of what was truly going on, at the time.

Donnie pondered her question: If there hadn't been some kind of divine intervention, would he have ever had the chance to have something more with her than words on a screen?

He swallowed as she took a small step closer.

"I just wanted you to care about me." His volume was barely above a whisper. He clenched his jaw briefly, as if he was concerned over his own words. His golden-brown eyes wandered from your eyes on downward.

"I did—I do care about you, what makes you say that?" she questioned, puzzled.

He vaguely gestured at his body, "Wouldn't this be a little hard grasp over text? Isn't it hard to accept even now?"

Though she didn't answer, he had a feeling that he was correct about one of those things—she did have to wrap her head around everything. Tentatively, both watched as her fingers brushed against his own. His hand moved along with hers, seeing and feeling the delicateness. Until they laced together as well as they could, her heart steady while his was beginning to race. His hand even trembled ever so slightly. He would have wanted to stay like that forever, had it not been for the fact that he was uncertain where they now stood. Where he stood in your eyes. What did this mean?

Putting her other hand on his shoulder, she tried to conjure a smile. But it flickered out as she murmured, leaning into him, "Does this answer your question?" She had to stand on the tips of her toes, while his hand tightened in hers involuntarily, almost too shocked to bend down for what was coming. The one thing he hadn't accounted for in their meeting, not once—and it was happening.

He seemed like he was going to stammer something, but her lips closed the gap and planted softly on his.

There is no way.

There is no way this is happening—but I'm seeing it with my own eyes!

Donnie lost all control the moment her lips pressed against his. His hand squeezed hers, shaking as his heart pounded in his chest. I'm shaking. Why am I shaking?

His eyes which had been wide were now fluttering closed. For the better half of the kiss, every other thought beside the ones of her was ejected. He couldn't have pulled away, even if he'd wanted. He was hers completely. That was irrevocable.

It was only until she decided it was time to step back did they part, him looking at her entrancing face once more, and her swallowing heavily. That kiss had been something she'd dreamed of before. Never Knowing it would be held on the smooth, moist lips of a humanoid turtle, rather than those or a human man. In fact, she had to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming. Her hand slid down his shoulder and onto his chestplate. It was rough, almost possessing a grain under her fingertips. Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand. He thought he felt a tingle from the trail her fingers left.

Donnie was on Cloud Nine for a solid minute before coming back to his senses. "That...I…" he struggled to find the words. For a brain that worked so fast, he felt utterly slow, then.

She cracked a smile, face contorted into one of hope and a hint of embarrassment. "Is it too late to say that I've waited to do that for a while now?" she laughed.

"N-no," he said, still trying to organize his thoughts. "No, it isn't."

"Okay, good," she replied with a relieved exhale.

Her hand went from his chest to his arm, feeling the taut muscle as it traveled down. His hand enveloped hers while the other lifted, going to touch her cheek. "Does this mean…?" he trailed off.

"It means I really, really like you, Donnie. I have since we played that game."

He gently brushed her cheek with his thumb, "I really like you, too," he mimicked, voice soft.

Maybe even that was an understatement.

"I think I…"

A noise nearby alerted him, and on instinct, he set her behind himself on defense. Don't be an attack now, of all times, he thought, listening closely. He told her to be quiet and to not say anything, using his forearm to gently push her back into the apartment. He pulled out his staff.

"Sup dude and dudette!" an all too familiar voice beamed, the orange-banded turtle appearing hanging upside down from the balcony above. [Y/N] shrieked, and Donnie nearly bashed his brother in the head, sucking in a sharp breath as he accidentally backpedaled into her. Mikey waved and flashed a grin. "Don't worry, we didn't see anything...except for you two kissing, that was really unexpected!" He flipped down onto the balcony, and Donnie grumbled something, going in for a zap to his brother's plastron. Mikey dodged it, this time. Donnie tried again; unsuccessful. "Oop—saw that one coming," Mikey laughed, jovial.

Donnie groaned, half-embarrassed and half-annoyed, "Mikey, what are you doing here?"

Waltzing into her apartment, Mikey crossed his arms with a wink sent the human's way. "Michelangelo, wingman to the big special D right here," he introduced himself brightly, "but you can call me Mikey."

Donnie slapped his hand to his flushed face, hoping that he was the only one who noticed Mikey's less-than-classy wording.

"So you're all named after Renaissance painters?" asked [y/n], lifting a brow.

Exhaling, Donnie stepped between them, "[Y/N], this is Mikey, my brother. The one that—"

"Got you together!"

"—that got us into this predicament," he'd almost said, but he realized as Mikey said that, he owed their meeting all to him. It had all started with that talk they had had late that day, after patrol, and ended on her balcony, Donnie getting to experience a kiss for the first time. With someone he'd never imagined he would have ever been able to touch, let alone share something like that with. Yes, as much of a hassle everything up until that point had been, it was all thanks to Mikey.

Donnie grinned, turning to his brother and draping his arm over the back of his shoulders. "Yeah, you did," he agreed. Mikey smiled as he looked down at him with fondness. He wrapped an arm around Donnie's shell in return.

"You know it, brah. Oh, and I take cash or pi—"

"Don't push it, younger bro." Donnie rolled his eyes.

Waiiiiit a minute.

Mumbling for [y/n] to hold that thought, Donnie, suspicious, crept over toward the balcony. "We"?

Mikey tried to make chatter with her while he did so, mentioning how he liked what she'd done with the place.

He checked if the coast was clear first before leaning onto the railing on his shell, squinting his eyes. And he was not surprised at all to see Raph and Leo looking down at him from over the edge of the roof. Leo had his recognizable expression of: "You'd better wrap it up." Donnie drooped his shoulders and ducked back inside. Couldn't last forever, he thought. Despite whatever was waiting for him on the roof or at home, he could still smile on the day he'd had. He would be thinking about that kiss for weeks.

"I guess it's bye for real this time," he told [y/n], sad to go what felt like so soon, but really was content. The night could not have gone better. "I have to, you know, go get flamed by my oldest brother. Probably."

"We'll be in touch, Donnie," she replied. "Um...text me when you get home? Just so I know you got there alright."

Smiling, Donnie nodded.

Mikey budded in, "Hey, don't forget about me here."

Chuckling, Donnie headed for the door, taking Mikey but the upper arm along with him. They stopped one last time to waved to her before making their exit.

Leo and Raph met the pair at the top. Raph was the first to speak, asking skeptically, "And yer sure this girl is alright?"

"Positive," Donnie answered with confidence.

After a moment of trying to come up with some kind of remark, Raph let out a huff. "You got the nerve, I'll tell you that." He held out his fist ready for a bump, and when Donnie didn't immediately reciprocate, grumbled "Well? Don't leave me hangin', Don." Realizing what he wanted, Donnie went right in for the fist bump.

Pulling away, Donnie asked, "So you're not mad?" He gave some space between himself and the incoming Leo.

Raph scoffed lightly and shrugged. "I may not trust her, but I trust you," he responded, gruff as usual. "Just don't expect me to be all friendly and whatnot—I ain't doin' it."

"You don't have to do anything, Raph."

And then Donnie was face-to-face with Leo, who's intensely blue eyes were trained on him for a few seconds too long. Donnie wondered what he was thinking until he sighed, and then spoke.

"I'm sorry."

Behind Leo, Mikey was in awe.

"That's a new one," Raph chuffed. He left the circle to watch from the edge of the building. Mikey stuck around, but only far enough to be in ear shot. If something coming from Leo started off with a sincere "I'm sorry", he wouldn't miss it.

"Yes, you heard. I'm sorry," Leo admitted, bringing his eyes up from the ground. "I shouldn't have pressured you, Donnie. I know that you can handle yourself. I was just trying to protect you and our family," he explained, pausing to glance over at the other two brothers, "but…yeah. I'm sorry for pushing you, Don. I was kind of a jerk back there."

Deciding he didn't have any words good enough to say what he wanted to, Donnie simply pulled Leo in for half-hug, rocking him with him. Leo wore his lopsided smile as he gave Donnie's shell a slap.

"That...was…"

They stepped away from each other, staring at Mikey quizzically.

"...beautiful, bros," he finished in a whisper.

They stayed for a minute just watching the city go by, the clock ticking by later into the night. Donnie finally thought to ask Leo how Splinter was, because he definitely knew what was going down. He was a smart old man—and beside, Donnie had made no effort to pretend that wasn't what he was doing when he'd initially left. If Splinter knew, Splinter knew. He was still mildly afraid of Leo's response.

"You want the truth?" Leo questioned, his expression briefly changing to one of a cringe.

"I mean, I'd like to know what I'm in for," Donnie replied in an obvious manner.

"He was angry, at first. Didn't know you left until he was done with his talk with Mikey. Also surprised that you actually went through with it. But, after that...he seemed like he understood, in a way, I guess. I didn't ask questions. You'll have to confront him about it yourself, because he just sent me and Raph out to get you."

Donnie kept his eyes on the sidewalk below them, and the occasional person walking it. "And Mikey?" he asked, quizzical.

"He insisted," Leo groaned.

"You know I can't pass up an opportunity to see D get his first kiss!"

"Oh, shut up, you had no idea that was gonna happen. You just wanted to go because me 'n Leo were goin'," Raph argued, flicking his head. "Weren't you supposed to stay in by Splinter's orders?"

Mikey crossed his arms and turned away, "I don't have to take this abuse." He was, indeed, meant to stay behind. But the boy couldn't help himself.

Once the banter died down, they were left contemplating whether they wanted to stay out a little longer, or if it was time to turn in. It had already been a long night, but in honesty, Donnie wasn't ready to go quite yet. He still felt as though he had so much to say to [y/n], but he supposed that time had already passed. At least until next time, if or when that was. Raph took a break from his lookout and sat next to Donnie with a grunt. He wasn't good with mush or sensitive things, but he felt compelled to ask "What're you gonna do now?"

Donnie hummed in question.

"Well, she knows. And by the looks of things—erm—the look of one particular thing, you two are still goin' steady."

Ugh, they saw it. Donnie moaned, a cold flush coming over his face. I can't have anything private in this family.

Raph pushed him on his shoulder. "Ya shouldn't mack on someone by the doorway if ya don't wanna be seen," he jested.

"I don't know what's next, Raph," Donnie confessed. "We didn't exactly...make anything official after that."

Once they were back on the move towards home, they all dropped into the nearest manhole, but Donnie remained where he was, saying he would catch up to them. He was the fastest of the four, after all.

"I hope you're still awake," he mumbled to himself as he reached for his phone. They were close to home, anyway. And it was quiet. He typed:

"I'm almost home, [y/n]. All safe."

A couple of minutes later, she responded.

"Okay, that's good

Your brother is quite the character, by the way"

"He is who he is, lol"

"He seems nice though."

Walking down along the sewers, he took his time. What was a little longer after the night he'd had?

"Donnie, what were you going to say when Michelangelo interrupted us?"

He stopped in his tracks and thought, having nearly forgotten that he was going to actually say it. He didn't just like her—for the first time, he was sure he loved her.

"That I think I love you, [y/n]."

He regretted not saying it when he was with her, but he just couldn't wait.

There was a worrisome pause on her end in which he imagined she was staring at her screen thinking about how strong that came off, that it was uncalled for, that he was going too fast—

"I said I liked you

But that was not quite the truth

I love you, Donnie."

Golden-brown eyes sparkling, he let out a laugh, unable to contain his happiness, and the rest of the brothers smiled to themselves hearing the whoop of joy and excitement echo in the tunnel.

His adventure in love and friendship had started within a screen, but he was bound to it no longer. This was the opening of a new chapter in his life.

Tag list: @kokokatsworld @criminaly-supernatural @dianounais @spaceman-main @sheepdarkhours @raphaelsrightarm

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elliestormfound · 4 years

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Demon Jaskier Demon Jaskier Demon Jaskier Dem-

Dear anon, thank you for your ask! I’m not sure if you just wanted to share your excitement about the thought of demon!Jaskier, but I accidentally wrote a fic about it... :D

this is a bit sexier than my usual fics, but nothing too graphic, but definitely +18

CW: talk about sex and a bit of sexy kissing time in the end

read on ao3

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“Tell me your name,” Geralt demanded in a dangerously calm voice.

The witcher could smell a whiff of burnt flesh from where his silver blade pressed against the delicate skin of the demon’s throat, hard enough to dent but not pierce it. He knew the true name of the demon could have power over them but he was under no illusion that the demon would offer it that easily.

And the fucking demon had the audacity to smile at him.

Geralt increased the pressure of his sword tip slightly.

“Whoa, careful,” the demon said, “can’t answer your question if you cut my throat.”

But Geralt did not move, eyeing the demon closely. Two twisted horns protruded from tousled brown hair and uncannily intensive blue eyes looked back at him. The demon had some kind of otherworldly...beauty to him. But otherwise he looked almost human.

“You can call me...” the demon began, looking away from the witcher, eyes searching the ground. A moment later he smiled back up at Geralt, “Jaskier.”

A single eyebrow raised, the witcher snorted, “buttercup?” With this sort of fake name Geralt would not be able to banish this cheeky bastard.

The demon - Jaskier - just grinned at him. Geralt nearly rolled his eyes, but he schooled his face back into a blank expression.

“What do you want?” he asked through gritted teeth, remembering why he was here: not to chat with the demon about his choice of fake names but to find out what he had done to the village women and how to reverse it before sending him back to whatever hell dimension he had crawled out of.

“What have you done to the women?”

Jaskier grinned lewdly and winked.

“You are sleeping with those women,” Geralt growled, no more confirmation needed, “did you also impregnate them?”

The witcher knew that some demons did that. Their offspring from human women could help anchor them to this realm, giving them easy access.

“Imp...of course I’m not impregnating them,” Jaskier said indignantly, and as an afterthought adding a moment later, “I am not ready to be a father.”

Geralt growled, “don’t joke with me.”

“I’m not joking,” Jaskier said, holding up his hands, “the women didn’t summon me to impregnate them.”

“The women summoned you?” Geralt asked, unbelieving, searching Jaskier’s face for any signs of lying and finding none. But that didn’t mean much with a demon.

“Of course they summoned me,” Jaskier said, “why else would I be in this tiny village in the middle of nowhere?”

Good point, Geralt thought but didn’t say it out loud.

Instead he asked, “why did they summon you?”

The demon tried to laugh, but it quickly turned into coughing. “I’ll tell you, when you remove this from my throat,” he said, pointing at the sword, “talking like this is rather unpleasant.”

“You seem to talk just fine,” Geralt mumbled, but moved the blade a few centimeters away, still close enough to keep the demon in place, but not touching his skin anymore.

Jaskier exhaled and smiled at Geralt.

Carefully rubbing his burned skin at the throat, he said, “thank you, my dear witcher.”

Geralt growled, “now tell me why the women summoned you.” He wanted to see where this was going.

But of course did the demon not answer him directly. How he hated demons.

“Do you know what kind of demon I am, witcher?” he asked in a velvety soft voice.

Geralt looked him up and down.

“The alderman said you are a demon of adultery and that you make the women frigid.”

The demon laughed hollowly. “Yes, of course the old fucker said that,” Jaskier replied after a moment, sounding amused and pissed off at the same time.

“You can probably find me in the bestiary of yours,” he said, gesturing vaguely at Geralt, “under L: ‘demon of lust’.”

Geralt just lifted a brow, “yes, I know about your funny little bestiaries,” Jaskier went on,” you aren’t the first witcher I’ve met.” His unearthly blue eyes sparkled and he winked at Geralt. The fucker actually winked at him.

“Come to the point,” he growled, silver sword still pointed at his throat.

Jaskier laughed again as if they were having a casual chat amongst friends and not an interrogation at swordpoint. And of course - the demon did not ‘come to the point’. The bastard really liked to hear himself talk.

“One of the women found a text with instructions how to summon me and she and a few of her friends made a nice little ritual and poof - here I was. They snatched me right out of a delightful little orgy in Novigrad...”

Geralt lifted his brows and tilted his head slightly.

“These lovely women, my dear witcher, summoned me,” Jaskier said, lifting his index finger in emphasis, “because their useless husbands do not satisfy them.”

Geralt huffed and asked with a smirk, “so that is what they wanted you to do? Satisfy them?”

“Yes,” Jaskier said, smiling, “they wanted me to fuck them silly, introduce them to the wonders of the orgasm. And that is what I did.” He had a dreamy look on his face, eyes glazed over as if he was thinking back to said fucking.

After a moment he shook his head, focusing on Geralt again and continued, “I also showed them how to…” he wiggled his fingers, “pleasure themselves. I don’t plan to stay longer than strictly necessary and didn’t want to leave them….wanting.”

“So you fucked them and showed them how to...masturbate?” This was getting more and more ridiculous.

“Yes, most of these poor women never really touched themself,” Jaskier said, shaking his head, and with audible anger in his voice he continued, “this bastard of a priest told them that their hands would fall off if they touched their own body in that way, that only their husbands were allowed to touch them ’down there’.” The demon pointed towards his own crotch as he said the last two words.

“The alderman - do you know what his wife told me?” the demon went on, head tilted and watching Geralt closely, “she told me that when her husband fucks her, it feels like he is just using her body to pleasure himself and that he is convinced that women are simply not able to get any pleasure from sex.” Jaskier shook his head.

“But don’t get me wrong,” he continued, “their husbands are not all bad. A bit more marital communication, actually listening to their wives and chasing away the dreadful priest and most of them can be happy in bed together…”

“And what did those women give you for...your services?” Geralt asked a moment later.

The demon furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

“Demons usually demand payment from their… victims,” Geralt clarified.

The demon put his hands on his hips and opened his mouth, blinking a few times before he said, “victims? They summoned me, if anyone is the victim here, it’s me!”

Geralt huffed and said, “did you get their souls? Ten years of their lives? Their firstborn?”

Jaskier shook his head. “Why would I want that? I got amazing sex and I got to show them how to satiate their own lust. There is nothing more to want.”

They both whipped their heads to the side as they heard hurried footsteps rushing through the forest towards them. A moment later they saw the figure of a woman and a moment after they heard her screaming, “stop, master witcher, don’t hurt him.”

Geralt still pointed the sword at Jaskier’s throat when the woman came to a halt next to them, breathing heavily. Three deep in- and exhales later she raised herself to her full height, looked Geralt firm in the eyes and said, “please don’t kill him, he did not hurt any of us.” The woman laid her hand on Jaskier’s shoulder who grinned at her.

“Hello, Kasia,” he said in his velvety voice and the woman smiled back brightly.

Geralt coughed to get their attention back.

“Are you one of the women from the village?” he asked, pointing in the general direction of said village.

“Yes!” she replied, still a bit out of breath, “I sneaked out of the house as I heard Lukas, my husband, talk to our neighbor about hiring a witcher to kill him.”

She tried to squeeze herself between Jaskier and the blade, but the demon carefully grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Do you believe me now, witcher?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt shook his head, more to clear his thoughts and school his features back to an unreadable expression than to deny what Jaskier had asked.

“He did not hurt you?” Geralt asked the woman, “did not do anything against your will?”

“No,” Kasia said urgently, “he only did what we asked him to do and it was really...hmmm….nice,” she ended in a dreamy voice.

Geralt watched Jaskier closely for another moment longer before he slowly lowered his sword and took a few steps back. Kasia exhaled loudly and hugged the demon. Jaskier patted her on the back and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

“Okay, I will head back before Lukas will notice I’m gone,” she said. With a bow to Geralt she made her way back towards the village.

Geralt sheathed his sword and he and Jaskier stood silent for a while, eyeing each other.

Geralt was the first one to break the silence.

“Is that your true form?” he asked. A lot of demons were able to shapeshift and it would explain why the few men who had a glimpse of the demon had given him wildly contradictory descriptions.

“I can take many forms,” Jaskier said, stretching his arms wide, “I shape my appearance to the pleasure of my partner. I can be a man, a woman and anyone in between or outside of that…”

He was smiling softly at Geralt and continued, “for some of the women here it was quite unexpected to find out that they weren’t actually interested in men...And one woman wasn’t interested in sex at all. We had a lovely evening, drank a bottle of wine and played gwent.”

“So this is the form your last partner desired? This Kasia?” Geralt asked after a moment, still eyeing him closely. Now that he was standing a few steps away he had a better view of the demon. His pale cheeks were flushed a shade of pink that matched his plush lips. And he either had the darkest lashes Geralt had ever seen or he used kohl to highlight their unearthly blue color. His black shirt clung tightly to his broad shoulders, dark chest hair peeking out the loosely laced front and his high waisted trousers accentuating his slim waist.

“No, darling,” Jaskier said, licking his lips and taking a step towards him, “this form is all for you.” He was moving his hands up and down his body in a presentation. Geralt didn’t know why his heartbeat suddenly picked up and his hands got clammy.

“You’ve got good taste, I must admit,” Jaskier said, slowly turning around and swinging his hips.

“What…?” Geralt asked. He had a hard time keeping his pupils from dilating. As Jaskier turned Geralt could see that the high waisted trousers not only accentuated his waist but also his round…

“Are you enjoying what you see, witcher?” Jaskier purred.

Geralt coughed and blinked before regaining his composure. Jaskier just smirked and took another step towards the witcher.

“So the alderman will not pay you,” Jaskier said suddenly. Geralt hummed in confirmation. Jaskier licked his lips and Geralt’s eyes followed the tip of his tongue.

He shook his head and growled but made no attempt to step away, “are you using your powers on me?”

Jaskier shook his head, “that is not how I work, darling, I cannot force anyone to do anything they don’t want to.”

A heartbeat later he stood only a breath away from Geralt.

“What I can do is offer something you desire. But it is completely your choice if you take it.”

“And,” Geralt asked in a hoarse voice, “what do you want?”

Jaskier smiled, looking hungrily at Geralt’s lips.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wouldn't want you.”

The demon lifted his hand slowly, stroked a rogue strand of his white hair behind Geralt’s ear and said softly, “so what do you say?”

Geralt swallowed, still not moving away. He could feel Jaskier’s breath on his face, so close was the demon.

“You could have overpowered me at any time, couldn’t you?” Geralt asked, “even with my silver sword at your throat?”

Jaskier just smiled and nodded.

“Why didn’t you?” Geralt asked, breathless.

“Because you like to be in control, don’t you?” the demon purred, his index finger stroking down Geralt’s chest.

And with a motion too quick even for Geralt, Jaskier had stepped behind him, captured both of his wrists in his surprisingly strong hands and pushed Geralt's chest against a tree, holding him securely in place. Geralt wiggled around but found that the demon was surprisingly strong. But somehow he wasn’t afraid.

Jaskier’s grip was firm but gentle.

“But sometimes,” he whispered in Geralt’s ear, tickling the sensitive skin there with his hot breath, “it is nice to let go and let someone else take over, isn’t it?”

Geralt shuddered and leaned back into Jaskier’s warm body.

“So you want to play with me, witcher?” Jaskier breathed against his ear.

“Yes,” Geralt said before he felt hot lips pressed to his neck kissing a trail from his ear to his shoulder.

A heartbeat later his breath caught in his throat as he felt Jaskier open his mouth to press sharp canines against the soft skin of his neck, hard enough to dent but not pierce it and he groaned.

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It Seems Fitting

Summary: (get it cause they meet at the fitting rooms)

Well this is something I’ve had sitting around for a while and it was going to accompany a piece for day 7 of Jaspvid week until the other idea hit me. Since I had this mostly fixed up to post by that time I decided to finish up and post it anyway.

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David hummed softly as he turned back and forth in the mirror, tugging the dress shirt down a little and trying to see how it rested in the back. He liked it, it looked good with the slacks and vest but he would have to get the seal of approval first. He turned around and opened the door to step out of the dressing room stall, looking down at himself as he did so. “Okay, how does this look?”

“Rockin.”

David froze because that was most definitely not Gwen, looking up to see a man standing there with a pair of black pants slung over his arm, paused midway to find an open room. He looked nonplussed, but David immediately flushed red in mortification regardless. “OH, I’m- I’m sorry I was expecting my friend to be out here I’m so sorry-” he stammered.

“Hey hey, it’s chill,” the man said with a grin, making David’s stomach flutter. “But for real though, it’s good on you.”

“You really think?” David asked, his shoulders hunching a little closer to his ears.

“Yeah dude. I mean, I’ve been told my fashion sense is shit so take my word with a grain of salt, but I think you look baller,” he said matter-of-factly. “Classy.”

“Oh. Thank you,” David replied, pleasantly surprised.

“David I found you another tie that’s less stupid looking- oh, hey, friend of yours?” Gwen asked as she walked up, looking between the two curiously.

David stammered for a moment before the stranger cut in, rescuing him. “Impromptu outfit rater. I was just tellin’ your boy here he looks-” he paused to click his tongue, rocking a fist side to side with his thumb and pinky extended. “Awesome.”

David flushed as Gwen let out a bark of laughter, giving him a look that doubled his embarrassment and told him he’d never live this down. “You giant dork, did you just barge out here and ask a stranger?”

“I wasn’t looking and I thought you would be out here like you said!” David protested in mortification, his ears and cheeks red as can be and suddenly feeling too hot under the bright lights of the fitting rooms.

“I’m sorry but I had to get a different tie, that one with the pine trees is so fucking stupid,” she shot back while the stranger watched on, obviously amused by their bickering.

“But I like it,” David whined in protest.

“Fine, let’s ask your new outfit rater,” Gwen teased as David started to protest, holding two ties up to the man while ignoring David’s hurried attempt at intervention. “Which one do you think would go best?”

“Gwen, come on, leave him alone I’ve already bothered him enough-”

“I like the pine trees,” their new friend replied calmly, smiling at their incredulous looks.

Gwen groaned, her eyes rolling so far skyward and her shoulders dropping in defeat. “God, seriously, you too?” she demanded, giving him a betrayed look despite knowing this man for all of two minutes.

“Yeah man! I’m not a big tie guy, but when I am absolutely forced to wear one, I do like me a good fun pattern,” he said, winking at David. “The trees are cute, and the green matches your eyes.”

David’s face went redder, his heart giving a big uncomfortable thump because excuse me pardon but what did the wink mean??

Meanwhile Gwen made a frustrated noise. “Fine, keep your stupid dorky pine trees,” she grumbled, tossing the tie at David and earning a surprised noise as he fumbled to catch it. He blinked down at the tie before looking up to watch Gwen as she left to put the other one back.

David swallowed, looking back over to his impromptu outfit rater. “Um, s-sorry,” he said, trying to smile.

“No worries dude, it’s all good. I’m Jasper, by the way,” he dropped casually, shoving his free hand in his jeans pocket and resting his weight to one side.

“Oh! Uh, David!” the redhead replied pleasantly, straightening out the tie in his hands before he could wrinkle it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Jasper grinned, making David’s stomach flip again because gosh what a nice smile he was such a sucker for a nice smile and he was so not prepared to have a conversation with someone so handsome in the dressing room after embarrassing himself like that-

“So Fancy Pants, you guys gettin’ ready for a thing?” Jasper asked, breaking him out of his spiraling thoughts.

“Oh, yes, Gwen insisted that I get something new otherwise she won’t be seen with me,” David murmured, embarrassed.

Jasper laughed kindly. “Well I’m sure you two will look great together no matter what.”

David was about to reply, when something hit him and he suddenly furiously did not want Jasper to think the wrong thing even though they’d probably never see each other again but he had to let it be known- “Oh, no we’re not d-dating,” he corrected hastily, making the other man’s eyebrow quirk slightly, that calm smile still on his face. “But we are going together to a friend’s wedding this weekend, since we’re both single.”

Jasper suddenly blinked, losing his amused look. “This weekend? Long shot, humor me here, but it’s not Deena and Sai, is it?”

David’s mouth dropped open just a tiny bit. “Yes, it is. You know them?”

“Yeah dude, I’m goin too!” Jasper said with a grin, holding his arms out a little. “Sai is one of my buds from high school.”

“Gwen and I have worked with Deena for the last two years,” David said in surprise.

“Small world,” Jasper replied, looking amused and a little… delighted? It was an unexpected break from his so-far casual demeanor that threw David a little bit for a loop. “Well then, I’ll let you get back to it. Hope I see you there, Davey,” he said with another wink, making David’s heart to that stupid flip-flop thing again.

Who gave this perfect stranger authority to send him so completely off kilter?

“Y-yes, see you then,” he said, trying to sound like he hadn’t just been run over.

Jasper’s grin stretched a little wider before he headed down the row of dressing rooms, disappearing into one of the doors.

David let out a shaky breath, trying to compose himself just as Gwen appeared at his side again and made him jump. “Are you still standing here? You been talking to your new boyfriend that long? I don’t blame you, he’s hot.”

“Shhhh!” David shushed her frantically, waving a hand in the direction Jasper had gone as his heart raced double overtime now between the interaction and Gwen’s sudden reappearance. “He’s just down that way,” he whispered, still red, still flustered.

“So what? God, what a dork. Are you gonna get that or what?”

“I’m- I was- you-”

“Come on David I don’t want to be here all day, I want to get lunch,” Gwen insisted, crossing her arms impatiently.

David sighed in frustration, retreating back into the changing room to get back into his normal clothes and most definitely not pouting. “You didn’t even tell me if it looks good,” he mumbled petulantly, just loud enough for her to catch.

“You didn’t need my opinion, you seemed to hold his high enough,” Gwen teased calmly from outside the door, making David go red again. Was he that obvious??

“Gwen, please keep your voice down,” he whined, imagining Jasper several doors down probably hearing at least Gwen’s half of the conversation and maybe his whispering and probably deciding that David was in fact a giant mess and now debating whether or not he actually hoped to see them at the wedding-

“Why? What’s the big deal?”

“Because,” David said pertinently as he gathered up the clothes and opened the door, stepping out. “He is going to the same wedding this weekend,” he hissed, his lips pursing in what liked to think was a stern glare but in all actuality looking like a peeved child.

“What! No way!” Gwen exclaimed as the redhead quickly shuffled her out of the fitting rooms.

“Yes, and I’d rather not be a complete mess if we see him and he overheard,” David grumbled softly.

“Why not? He seemed kinda sweet on you and you were a total mess already, like, near disaster levels and he was still cool,” she mused. “You can talk to him again, maybe get his number!”

“I- nonono, I don’t think he- he wasn’t-” David stammered.

“He totally was,” Gwen shot back. “He low-key complimented your eyes and winked at you, he is not straight.”

David took a shaky breath as something hit him. “Twice,” he said softly in realization.

“What?”

“He… winked at me again after you left,” he said, embarrassed. “When he said that he… hoped he’d see us there. And he called me Davey.”

Gwen looked incredulous and maybe on the verge of hitting him or strangling him or both if the mood struck her right. “And you still think he’s not interested?? He thinks you’re cute you idiot!! If you don’t find him at that damn wedding and get his number I will end you! Did you at least get his name?” she asked, her tone clearly pleading work with me here.

“Jasper,” David said, hunching his shoulders a little.

“Well at least you got a foot in the door,” Gwen scoffed, her murder plans paused as she gave him a not-so-gentle but still friendly nudge where he’d slowed a little. “Pay for your shit and let’s go eat, then you can sigh and daydream about his smile and whatever all you want.”

“Gwen,” David whined miserably.

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Nerves ate him up all week as David found himself simultaneously dreading and anticipating seeing Jasper at the wedding. He had a hard time imagining someone so handsome and easygoing would so easily take a shine to his awkward self when he’d been such a disaster, but Gwen was adamant. That didn’t stop him from dreading making a fool of himself again as he stood there sipping from his water at the reception on Saturday. But also meticulously scanning the crowd looking for Jasper...

So what if he’d mentioned David’s eyes. And complimented his outfit. And looked kind of excited to find out they were going to the same wedding. That didn’t mean anything. Gwen insisted he’d been flirting but no one ever flirted with David how was he supposed to know. There was no way Jasper had been flirting with him. Right?

“You got the threads!”

David whirled around in surprise, his heart racing upon seeing Jasper approaching, looking unlawfully handsome in black slacks and a purple dress shirt. He’d rolled up the sleeves and there was the ends of a black tie with little rainbow polka dots hanging from his pants pocket and now it was going to be ten times harder talking to him. He was toeing the line between causal and formal and it just looked so good on him that it wasn’t fair. “J-Jasper,” he greeted, smiling and trying to control the butterflies in his stomach.

“Hey Davey, you look great, just like I said,” Jasper grinned. “Even better without price tags hanging off ya,” he added playfully.

David just barely stifled his surprised laugh. “Thanks, you- you do too. Purple really suits you,” he said shyly.

Jasper didn’t seem the type for formal clothing, judging by the jeans and well-worn t-shirt he’d been in the other day, but he sure pulled this off nicely. It didn’t even seem out of place that he still wore the few colorful woven bracelets David had spotted in the dressing room. It fit him.

“Thanks dude, I can clean up alright sometimes,” Jasper teased, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where’s your friend? Gwen, right?”

“Yes, she’s talking with Deena and some of the other ladies.”

“She abandoned you? Weak,” Jasper tsked softly. “I’ll hang with you, if that’s cool?”

“O-of course,” David replied, receiving a grin in response that suddenly rendered him a little bit weak.

They talked for a little while about standard casual things, work, hobbies, interests, the stupid stuff Jasper had done with Sai in high school, and David found himself slowly relaxing as time went on. It was getting easier to talk to Jasper, he was so casual and laid back it was like a vortex of calm that was drawing him in, telling him to stop being such an anxious mess. He would love for that to happen, it would be a lot easier of finding someway to see Jasper again in the future if he weren’t a total anxious mess.

But no matter how nervous he was, he couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy quips and jokes Jasper made, and the other man seemed a tiny bit delighted at every little laugh and giggle he got in response.

Without realizing it, they’d gotten lost in their own little corner of the reception talking for nearly an hour. When the band started playing again after a break and people headed for the dance floor, Jasper’s eyes fixed in that direction. They’d both gone silent when the music started, Jasper’s keen gaze remaining on the crowd for a few moments before suddenly clicking his tongue as if a decision had been made. “Soooo,” he drawled slowly, casual, glancing over at David. “Yoooouu... wanna dance?” he asked hopefully.

David met his eyes in surprise, a blush burning his cheeks as his mind fought to catch up. “I- y-yes, I’d… love to,” he said softly.

Jasper’s face lit up. “Sweet,” he said happily, holding a hand out.

David took in a quiet, shaky breath before placing his hand in Jasper’s and letting the other man lead him over to the dance floor.

“I’m not like… a super great dancer? So do you wanna lead or should I?” Jasper asked, surprising David because he hadn’t even thought about who would lead.

“Oh, um, either way is fine?”

“Well you’re taller, so I think you should,” Jasper said matter-of-factly, turning to David as they found a spot and bringing the redhead’s hand to his waist without missing a beat. He arranged their hands together on the opposite side before resting his free one on David’s shoulder, giving him a disarming grin.

David flushed at the feel of Jasper’s waist under his palm, swallowing. “Well I don’t think that- has anything to do with it- but- okay,” he stammered, moving to start the dance and placing his feet carefully.

“It’s a way to decide and get us dancing sometime today,” Jasper shot back playfully.

“Fair enough,” David laughed softly, watching their feet for a few moments as they continued to move, slowly getting used to the contact. “You’re not that bad!”

“Gimme time, I’ll fuck it up, don’t worry. And that’s not a threat just a promise,” Jasper replied casually, making David laugh again. “That’ll be the true test, how many times can I step on your feet before you get sick of me,” he teased.

“Well, I have to say your charm far makes up for whatever you may lack in dancing,” David replied.

“You think I’m charming?” Jasper asked, his eyes alight.

“It’s hard not to,” David said, smiling at the adorable and sincere delight on his dance partner’s face.

“I’ve been told goofball, dork, manchild, square, way back when anyone but me still said that, but never has my me-ness been described as charming. It’s pretty cool,” Jasper decided. “You’re pretty cool,” he added, grinning.

“Oh, I am not,” David chastised softly.

“Nah dude, seriously, otherwise I wouldn’t be taggin’ after you like a lost puppy,” he laughed, going a little pink actually. “I’m stoked and amazed I haven’t driven you nuts yet.”

“I don’t mind at all,” David replied, smiling at Jasper’s surprised look. “I um, I really like talking with you,” he added.

“Most excellent,” Jasper said, his grin coming back full force and his cheeks going a little darker. It made David feel better to finally not be the only one who was flustered, even if it was only a little on Jasper’s part.

They continued to talk and dance into the next song, and while they kept a respectful inch between them, it was never tense or uncomfortable. Despite Jasper’s earlier insistence that he wasn’t a good dancer, they flowed well together. No one’s feet ever got stepped on and things got even better when the band switched to something a little more upbeat.

People around them started dancing to match the new mood, and Jasper so smoothly pulled David into a new style of dance he took a few moments to adjust. It was… he didn’t know what it was. He thought maybe Jasper was making it up on the spot but then again it kind of seemed like that’s what most people were doing.

“C’mon Davey, loosen up, this is the part where we just wing it and no one gives a shit if we look like dorks,” Jasper teased, lifting David’s hand up and spinning under it so easily and casually that it pulled a delighted laugh from the redhead before he could stifle it.

“There ya go!” Jasper egged happily, the grin nearly splitting his face, his eyes bright and shining under the lights strung above the dance floor.

David’s face was flushed with delight, his own smile rivaling Jasper’s as they fell into a comfortable rhythm together.

They danced, happily oblivious and lost only in each other for some time. Without even realizing when it had happened, David had grown much more comfortable with Jasper. He was still a bit of a mess and the butterflies would not let up the whole time, but it became much easier to talk and joke with the other man.

He wondered where Gwen went, catching glimpses of her through the crowd sometimes but otherwise it was just them. Eventually they decided to break for some water, leaving the dance floor and heading over to the refreshment table to catch their breath. David felt like he was in a dream the whole time, as Jasper seemed perfectly content to stay with him as they leaned against a low stone wall near the venue’s fountain, talking quietly.

He wasn’t sure when it had gotten dark, but a bit of a chill was definitely setting into the evening air, and it made him very aware of Jasper’s close proximity next to him. He could feel the man’s body heat where their arms were nearly touching, creeping in through the fabric of his dress shirt and making David feel warm, hazy.

During a few moments of comfortable silence, David felt his phone buzz in his pocket and took it out to see a text from Gwen.

Want to wrap up your shit? Go in like 30 min? Tired.

When had it gotten so late? Had it been so easy to just get lost for hours with Jasper?

Sure, he texted back, setting his water down so he could use both hands while Jasper glanced curiously at him. I’ll meet you in front at 10:30?

Better, she responded, and he could hear her grumpy, mostly seriously threat even through text.

He smiled, looking up at Jasper. “That was Gwen, she’s almost ready to go and I’m designated driver. So I’ll be leaving at 10:30,” he explained, half because he felt rude for texting next to Jasper, even though there had been a lull in the conversation, and half in apology to cut short their evening.

“That’s cool,” Jasper replied evenly, not quite hiding a touch of disappointment in his voice. He was graceful about it though. “I’m a night owl but I’m feeling ready to bail too. I’ll hang with you until then?” he asked hopefully.

As if David could possibly turn down even a few more minutes with him. “Of course,” he replied, smiling.

He’d completely forgotten about asking for a phone number and now would’ve been the perfect time, but he just found himself soaking up that last little bit of time together. They talked quietly, worn out from dancing and just the overall noise and energy of the reception. Talking about nothing in particular just to talk, and as much as David loved Jasper’s constant jokes and his fun energy, the low, soft tones of his voice now in the calmer atmosphere was soothing, warm.

A few minutes before he was supposed to meet Gwen, they stood up and started heading for the front, passing through the dwindling reception and into the building where the ceremony had taken place, and finally outside again facing the parking lot. They stopped a short distance away from the doors to be out of the way of people leaving, but still visible to Gwen whenever she arrived.

“Soooo,” Jasper drawled playfully, much like he’d done earlier, scuffing his shoe on the pavement with hands shoved in his pockets, the tie still hanging off to one side.

Even though he’d glanced down when they were dancing, David only just now realized that Jasper was wearing all black sneakers, not dress shoes, and it just… fit him. He made it seem like a perfectly normal thing and not at all out of place for the formal event, and David found it very endearing now that he’d noticed. Dress shirt and pants, sneakers and worn out bracelets, and those piercings… It was all so charming. So Jasper. He came out of his little reverie when the other man continued.

“If you think I’m cool enough, you wanna like… hang out sometime?” Jasper asked, looking up with a hopeful grin.

David smiled back, his heart racing excitedly although a little toned down both from being tired and less nervous around the other man. “Yes, that sounds wonderful.”

“Awesome,” Jasper replied, digging his phone out. “Let me just get set up… okay, number?” he asked, typing the digits as David spoke and saving it into his contacts. He kept typing, clicking his tongue as the glow of his phone lit his face in soft blue. “Wig, here’s me,” he added, just before David’s phone buzzed in his pocket. “So you have mine. Well! Where’s your friend at?”

“I’m… not sure,” David frowned, looking around. He’d seen her from a distance but hadn’t talked to her in some time, and he wasn’t sure if that was intentional on Gwen’s part or not. “She’s only a couple minutes late...” he mused, checking his watch with only a little furrow to his brow.

“I’ll wait with you? Or I can help you look for her if you’re worried,” Jasper offered, sounding a little concerned himself.

“Oh- there she is- Gwen!” David called, waving and catching her attention.

“There you are you bitch,” Gwen greeted as she walked up. “Are you two still just flirting or did you get digits yet?” she demanded, poking David in the chest. She wasn’t slurring but she was definitely drunk, he decided.

“I- we- Gwen-”

“Listen,” she said, turning to Jasper and giving him a deadpan look. “He really likes you, but he’s a fuckin’ mess and I saw you two dancing like forever, so please put me outta my misery and say you two are gonna date or somethin, yeah?”

Jasper stood silently through her tirade, gaze flickering to David, who had a hand over his eyes in mortification. He looked back to Gwen, taking everything in surprisingly easy stride. “Well, hopefully,” he said with a grin, seeing David’s hand drop as the ginger stared at him, wide eyed and blushing. “We did phone numbers and I was planning on asking him out, sooo...” he trailed off, eyes flickering briefly to David with a warm smile.

“Well good!” Gwen insisted, poking Jasper now to emphasize her point. “Cause he’s a weenie and you gotta ask him, otherwise he’ll just be a sad little shit and tell me you don’t like him and whine about how hot you are and how nice your stupid smile is I’ve heard all about it-”

“Okay, Gwen, sweetheart, I think that’s enough please, thank you so much,” David interrupted softly, a little frantic, setting his hands on her shoulders. “How much did you have to drink?” he asked with a frown.

“Daviiid, it’s a fuckin’ wedding, you’re supposed to get plastered,” she complained.

“All the same, I think it’s time we get you home, alright?” he asked, steadying her as she wobbled a little in her heels, the first physical sign that she was feeling the alcohol. Definitely a good time to take her home, both to rest and before she made an unfortunate step in those heels.

“Whatever mom,” she shot back.

“Want a hand?” Jasper asked sympathetically.

“Please,” David replied softly, ducking under one of Gwen’s arms just as she waved her hand dismissively before their new friend could help.

“I can walk David for fuck sake, just gimme a second to get out of these heels from hell-” she grumbled, bending one leg at the knee and hanging onto David as she slipped the shoe off, before repeating with the other and pushing away from him. “Jesus christ, mother hen,” she huffed, holding the shoes by the straps and walking towards the car as the men trailed after her like ducklings.

David trotted ahead a little to unlock and open the passenger door, dutifully allowing Gwen to clamp onto his shoulder as she got into the car, making sure her dress and hands were safely inside before shutting the door. He sighed, straightening up and turning back to Jasper. “Well, thank you, for… everything today,” he said shyly.

“Course, thanks for hangin’ with me,” Jasper replied, holding his hand out.

David blinked, hesitating only briefly before relenting and placing his hand in Jasper’s once more. The other man brought it up and kissed his knuckles, making David flush. If he wasn’t already smitten, the hopeless romantic in him would’ve taken a nose dive off a cliff over that small, but tender gesture. Hell, he had anyway. It was still sinking in that Jasper liked him, wanted to ask him on a date, and he’d momentarily pushed that out of his head while making sure Gwen got to the car okay-

“I had a great time with you,” Jasper said softly, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze and pulling him out of his spiral. “And I really meant it, that I’d like to take you on a date sometime, if that’s cool?” he asked, giving a hopeful look.

David took a shaky breath, smiling. “I’d like that.”

“Rad,” Jasper said, a wide grin lighting up his face.

The torrent of butterflies in his stomach was so strong, and he was so high on cloud nine and a little bit of panic from everything, that before he could overthink it David found himself leaning in and placing a quick kiss on Jasper’s cheek.

Now it was Jasper’s turn to look gobsmacked, as he flushed bright from the action. “Oh, wow, double rad,” he whispered.

David giggled softly, gesturing over his shoulder to the car. “I’d- I’d better get her home.”

“Yeah, yeah, course, take care of Gwen,” Jasper said, releasing David’s hand finally and ruffling his hair nervously, looking a little shell shocked. “Drive safe, yeah?” he grinned, still pink in the cheeks.

“I will, you do the same,” David replied, his smile growing. “Bye Jasp, talk to you soon?”

“Absolute,” Jasper replied, shoving one hand in his pocket and giving a mock salute with the other. “Bye Davey,” he said happily, walking backwards a few paces before whirling around midstep to practically float off to his own car.

David took a deep, steadying breath and let it out slow, unable to keep the silly look off his face as he watched Jasper disappear among the departing guests, his heart still pounding in joy and disbelief...

“Hey!” Gwen barked from inside the car, startling him both with her shout and the loud slap of her palm hitting the window. “Let’s go pinetree, sometime tonight!”

David took one more breath and turned to walk around to the driver’s side, pointedly ignoring Gwen’s rude gesture.

Despite her tendency to get ornery when drunk, Gwen still offered him a playful congratulations on ‘bagging his man’ once they were on the road and heading home. She teased him the whole way about the way they’d been connected at the hip since finding each other, and it confirmed his suspicions that she’d ditched him to give him time alone with Jasper. Why he’d seen her only in passing all night as she seemed to avoid him.

Which was why he was very sincerely thankful this one time to be abandoned by a friend at a social gathering. This thought found him smiling fondly the whole way walking Gwen to her apartment, keeping an arm around her as she fumbled keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. Despite more protests, she allowed herself to be escorted inside and to her bedroom.

David carefully unraveled her hair of it’s pins and twists, got her a glass of water while she changed, and made sure drank at least half of it before bidding her goodnight and leaving, making certain the lights were off and the door was locked on his way out.

Once he was finally home and able to start getting himself ready for bed, his ears rang in the blessed silence after listening to the sounds of the wedding all day. He’d changed and brushed his teeth by the time his phone buzzed, and David was ridiculously elated to see Jasper was already texting him.

J: Hey, sorry for the late text, just wanted to make sure you got home okay and Gwen is good.

D: We’re both fine, thank you. I got her situated and I’m at home now.

J: Cool, good to hear.

D: Thanks again for today, I had a really great time.

J: Yeah totes, me too! I’m really glad the wedding came up cause I thought you were real cute but there’s no smooth way to ask for someone’s number in a changing room without looking like a creep, ya dig?

David giggled softly, flushing.

D: I don’t think I would have minded but I’m glad it worked out how it did. Besides Gwen getting in your face at the end there.

J: No big, she’s cool, outspoken. I like her. Anyway, it’s really late so I’ll leave you alone. Talk to you later?

D: Sounds good. Thanks again, and goodnight.

J: Night!

David let out a happy sigh as he set his phone down, almost unable to believe how lucky he was. He didn’t know what Jasper saw in him, but he wouldn’t argue. He really hadn’t even expected to have that great of a time at the wedding, let alone meet anyone. He’d expected to stay close to Gwen, talk to Deena and Sai and maybe some other people from work the couple had invited. He certainly hadn’t expected to dance with anyone but Gwen.

Then along comes Jasper, looking happy to see him, chatting with him, asking him to dance. He’d never expected someone so fun and handsome to be interested in his dorky self, but Jasper really seemed to like him. He stared at the ceiling of his bedroom in the dark that night, still smiling like an idiot as that sweet but casual kiss to his hand replayed on loop in David’s head, all the while wondering how soon he might see Jasper again.

#camp camp #cc david #cc jasper #cc gwen #jaspvid #ellowrites #i added about 700 words and i should really proofread that part before i post this buuuuut i;m not gonna #gonna post it cross my fingers and bail #enjoy

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Headcanons for being Thor’s twin

Thor Odinson x twin!reader

warnings:

a/n: HSHSHHSHSHHSHSGS

prompt: @locke-writes: “Wait Lacey I have a headcanon idea if you’re willing to write it. Headcanons for being Thor’s twin??? Idk man I feel like that could be unbridled chaos”

okay, i believe that odin and frigga refused to tell the two of you who was born first

“either one of you could earn the throne, but you need to prove that you can handle the responsibility” -odin

jokes on him, neither of you cared for the opportunity to rule

you two were much better suited as warriors

you were both able to weild mjölnir, which created...disagreements

“i should have mjölnir! i lifted it first!” -you

“only because you pushed me out of the way!” -thor

“will you two just rip each other apart already?” -loki

speaking of loki, his pranks always exhausted you

especially when you appeared to have woken up in your twin brother’s body

“wh-what is this? LOKI!!!”

he always got a kick out of it

and the celebrations of victory? they never disappointed

“brother! another victory on the battlefield, but was there any other doubt?” -you

“of course not, y/n! at this rate, i don’t think we’ll ever fall!” -thor

“don’t put your hammer where your mouth is” -you

you and thor were definitely unstoppable fighting together, both blessed to be literal gods

“eyes front, thor! the fight’s not over yet!”

when you walked beside each other, sometimes you’d summon mjölnir to your hand

it always annoyed the hell out of him

“give that back”

“i don’t think i will”

“y/n, i’m serious”

“come and get it”

“that’s it!”

*swatting and wrestling in the middle of the hallway*

sometimes frigga would even catch the two of you arguing

“oh, my children. would you quit your bickering for just one moment?” -frigga

“but mother, y/n took my hammer!” -thor

“you’ll just have to learn how to share” -frigga

as the years flew by, there was always something crazy to occupy you

especially the day that thor had been banished, which hadn’t exactly gone as planned for loki

you were supposed to be banished, as well

“i suppose the future of the throne is your responsibility now, my child” -odin

“i...i don’t know what to say” -you

“but y/n doesn’t desire the throne one bit, i would have no problem stepping up, father” -loki

“we’ll deal with this later, brother” -you

you had to plan something with sif and the warrior’s three

yes, it was treason, but your brother would always be worth it. no matter how much you two argued, he was your other half

now you found yourself on earth, it was such an odd-looking place

and then you were chased by a destroyer

“thor, you must get to safety! i will not lose you again!” -you

“hi there, i’m jane...” -jane, obviously

“hello, lady jane! i’m y/n, thor’s twin!” *blocks debris* “i must go now!”

life didnt get much more simple after that, especially since loki had died (or so you thought) and the bifrost was completely destroyed, it would take a long time to fix any of the damages that asgard suffered

mourning over loki felt right and wrong at the same time, he betrayed you and your family, but you’d never stop loving him

he would always be your brother

as time went on, you had to visit earth once again because of...loki

“i should have known” -you

“yes, you should have” -thor

“you didn’t know, either!” -you

“and they call us petty?” -any SHIELD agent or avenger

loki mocked you when he was captured

“you were nothing but loved growing up, brother. what happened?” -you

“there was a shadow cast over me, thor’s shadow. don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it, either. odin only ever truly notices him and all of his feats” -loki

“you tell nothing but lies, loki. i won’t fall for them and i will not help you. you should stop while you’re ahead”

“so you agree that i’m ahead?”

threatening loki with mjölnir

ppl actually called mjölnir “thor’s hammer”

“i think you mean our hammer” -you

the battle of new york was admittedly terrifying, you knew loki had it in him, but seeing it in the moment just hurt you

it was possible you had a guilty conscience

but the avengers saved the day (mostly) and you brought loki and the tesseract home

and loki was sentenced to an eternity in prison

“hey, thor, think i’d have a shot at lady sif?” -you teasing the hell out of him

“shut up. you won’t make me jealous no matter what you say. my heart belongs to—” -thor

“the midgardian, i know”

you did sort of make him jealous tho ngl

aaanyways you pushed him to go see jane again, it had been too long to leave a midgardian waiting. their lives were short.

and you got to see her again! unfortunately you lost your mother that same day

and you were p i s s e d

murder? murder. (murder)

you may or may not have broke into the vault to get a weapon you could truly call your own

and then went against your better judgement and took loki to off-world with you

“y/n—” -loki

“shut up” -you

but you wish you had listened to what he had to say since you had the bear the loss of loki once again

now you had two family members to avenge

speaking of avenging, you steered clear of the avengers because......they were nuts

“y/n! you know, we could use another god like yourself on our team” -tony

“thor won’t help power your building, will he?” -you

“you got me” -tony

“so, you and thor are twins? who’s older?” -steve

“we actually don’t know!” -you

“oh...neat” -steve

“you know, thor was crying the first time he tried to lift that hammer of his” -clint

“i have no doubt about that” -you

“thor always talks about fighting in wars, but he never gives us any details. has he really fought wars?” -natasha

“oh, plenty of them! my brother and i have fought side by side in countless battles, you’ve even witnessed one! in new york!” -you

“how could i forget?” -nat

okay getting past all that, you focused on getting a headstart on some more *prophetic* instances that thor caught up to you on

and once you got back to asgard, you knew there was something wrong

“are you kidding me? loki? again?” -you

“hello, sibling. it’s nice to see you again” -loki

“why are you the way that you are?” -you

“that’s enough, y/n” -thor

✨going to midgard for odin who instead gave you a homicidal sister✨

hela was not nice at all. at ALL.

your heart broke when she shattered mjölnir

and loki made a bad call to open the bifrost for the whole odinspawn family

and next thing you knew, you were on sakaar

“thor? what the hell?” -you

“y/n! oh, it’s so good to see you! help me out here, please!” -thor

“i’m sorry, brother, but me and loki have been playing the loving brother/sibling act to keep it civil. this place...it’s unlike any place we’ve ever seen. we need to be smart. and we need to get back to asgard.” -you

“yes, we do. there is no doubt in my mind that hela is destroying asgard as we speak” -thor

“right, well...i don’t think loki will be joining us because, he and, uh, the grandmaster as they call him...they sort of formed a relationship” -you

trying to break thor out of prison and oh....hulk is here? that was unexpected

“y/n! y/n, that mean girl who kidnapped me? a valkyrie. a real life valkyrie!” -thor

“what?! father told us they had all died!” -you

“i think it would be safest to disregard everything father has ever told us” -thor

“i very much like that idea” -you

kicking absolute ass on your way out

you and valkyrie teamed up, so you had to say your goodbyes to loki early on, he made it clear he wanted to stay

“you will always be my brother, loki. i wish you well on your journey to find your place in this life. and i do love you, remember that” -you, giving him a hug

“...thank you, y/n. i...me, too” -loki

yet he came back for you in the end

after thor had lost his eye, he’d unlocked his true power........not to be a sore winner, but you’d unlocked yours first while he was on earth

but you two together? that should have been unstoppable

yet you weren’t

“what the hel? she should be dead!” -you

“we need to go” -valkyrie

“wait, i have one more idea” -thor

and that idea was the idea that ended asgard

but you’d create a new asgard

but then half of asgard was murdered by thanos! and you and thor were stranded in space! and loki actually died! and you were saved by space pirates! and were flirted with by half of their crew!

“thor, you need to see dmitri, you need a new weapon if we’re going to finish off thanos” -you

okay, well you and the “guardians of the galaxy” went after infinity stones instead, you knew that one day you’d have to

running into tony stark in space?????

“y/n? what are you doing here?” -tony

“i’m here to kill thanos, what are you doing here, stark? who are these two?” -you

“hi, i’m peter! that’s mister—doctor strange” -peter

everyone turned to dust after thanos escaped and you, tony, and nebula went to star-lord’s ship

and were saved by captain marvel

and reunited with thor

“y/n, by odin’s beard, i thought i had lost you” -thor

“it’s alright, i’m here now” -you

starting up new asgard and watching your brother fall into a depression that caused you to do most of the heavy lifting in this new kingdom

“are you still playing fortnite, brother? it’s five in the morning” -you

“can you pass...” *belch* “just pass me another beer” -thor

and after 5 years, you got to go back to asgard? but asgard from 10 years prior

“mother...” -you

“y/n, we have a mission” -rocket

“i know, i know...where’s thor?” -you

running into your mother while getting thor

“hello, mother. i...yes, hello” -you

“hello, my child. i hope that the future is treating you well” -frigga

“it isn’t, but thank you, mother. i love you” -you

and then you were back on earth and had to comfort thor, who was self-loathing again

but the work had been restored by a simple snap!

and you and thor were able to fight a real fight once more, summoning mjölnir again was invigorating

and there was some kind of bittersweet win here, one i’ve covered plenty of times

“it was fitting for such a great battle to be our final one for now” -thor

“you’re leaving?” -you

“i am, but i trust you’ll take care of our people like you always do. i will see you again, dear sibling. one day” -thor

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