#lost and found: Richter

[rxclaimxr]

"Sometimes the greatest regrets in life- Are the things you never got to say to those you care most about. I can sympathize with the Absol."

#lost and found: richter #the world at large: dash commetary

[solacestea]

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artem “put your manly hand in mine” wing

marius “to be honest, when I found out the patriarchy wasn’t about horses I lost interest” von hagen

luke “rosa has a great day every day, but luke only has a great day if rosa looks at him” pearce

vyn “do you guys ever think about dying?” richter

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[hyperfixatedfandomer]

A stake to the heart (captured Richter AU)

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

This is my take on the prompt 3 that was sent to me in this ask. Namely, “Richter has a breakdown over being estranged from his mother and seeks comfort in anything other than Olrox but eventually turns to him.”

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All families eventually have their arguments, that’s just how it worked. Especially so with parents and their children.

“—That’s alright. You just don’t know any better. Your mother was about to abandon you after all.

Especially in circumstances as unique as theirs.

“…you did not just—”

“What? Tell you the truth?” Olrox retorted.

Richter gasped in offence. “You-you know nothing about her! She was trying to protect me!”

“Right, and she couldn’t find a better way to do so than to ship you off across the ocean, all alone, to, who was it? A cousin thousand times removed?”

Richter breathed heavily, anger and hidden sadness brewing in his chest. Any other grown man would have beat him for back-talking by now, yet Olrox had been insistent on entertaining this argument for a good ten minutes now. An argument that started as an innocent complaint over Richter refusing to go to bed on time.

His patience gradually wore off, but not nearly as much as Belmont’s, as his fists glowed blue.

“If she really wanted do protect you, she wouldn’t have roped you into your "family business" at the ripe age of five and then dropped her jaw when it ""surprisingly"" became too dangerous.”

“So what are you saying?” Richie raised his voice, tears making their way into his eyes. “That my mother hates me!? Is that what you’re getting at!?!”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t be delusional enough to assume such a thing.”

Richter sighed, trying to get his flames under control.

“What I am saying, is that she is a horrible parent.”

And then his hands ignited anew.

“My mom is a GREAT fucking parent!”

“Right, which is why you swear like a sailor, are constantly unkempt and have zero table manners. You might as well have lived in a doghouse until I found you.”

“OH FUCK YOU!” The boy snapped, a tear rolling down his cheek. “She can’t be there at my every whim because she’s busy being the sole Belmont that protects this world from monsters like YOU!”

“…I knew it. You have idea.”

“…what?”

“Your mother is not the only one. Juste Belmont is still alive.”

Richter stood, lost for words as all fire ceased. “…No. Grandfather can’t be…”

“Oh yes.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wish I was. He lives in France, in a backwater village just one town over from where your aunt was going to house you.”

Richter couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe.

“And guess what? He made her promise him that she’d never tell you where to find him.”

“…h-how do you—”

“Heard rumours of a mercenary with a whip, flew over the English border and confirmed them. Very conveniently, he had just showed up at your aunt’s doorstep that night. He didn’t even know you were missing, but of course he wouldn’t. If anything, I’d say he is the one who couldn’t care less if you were dead in the water.”

Another tear fell.

“It is sad really, to see that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Mom…mom didn’t say anything about him”

“No, because she resented him. Do you know why? Want to give it a guess?”

“….he…” Richter realised with horror. “He abandoned her.”

“Yes.” Olrox growled, and Richter practically felt venom seep into his soul through the cracks in his walls. “He hightailed when your mother needed him the most, and spent the last several decades drinking himself into oblivion.”

Richter sniffed, hugging himself and looking at the floor.

“Although I’ve got to give credit where it’d due to Miss Renard. She chewed him out for it for a solid hour. Though I’d say no words are enough fo make up for his neglect…or the neglect your mother was about to put you through.”

“Shut up.” He whispered.

“You’ve been giving me the worst attitude imaginable, acted as a direct danger to many of my kin, and yet, I kept you around.”

“Stop.”

“I took care of you from the night I got you.”

“Shut your mouth.”

“I haven’t touched a hair on your head, even when you well deserved it.”

“Get out!”

“And, in difference from your mother, I actually chose to have a child in my life, as opposed fo tolerating one because of an incident.”

Like a stake to the heart, that simple fact knocked the air out of Richter’s lungs. Julia never mentioned his father, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why no one knew him, but she promised Richie that she never regretted having him.

…or did she? Because why, why would she send him away?

Sobbing, Richter finally met eyes with Olrox, his own blue ones filled to the brim with tears. He wanted to fire at him, set him ablaze, burn him into ash in a way only the rising sun could. He wanted…

He wanted for the pain in his heart to stop. He wanted the feeling of rejection to disappear. He wished for someone, anyone, to make it go away.

Which is why he didn’t resist Olrox’s arms when they enveloped him in an embrace so secure it felt like no one could hurt him. He let himself loose and cried harder.

“That’s it, let it out…” The vampire spoke softly. “None of this is your fault.”

Were these words true? Richter didn’t know, but he needed them to be true. He clung onto Olrox’s neck as he sobbed, an outcast little pup in a dragon’s grasp.

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The hour was nearing three in the morning when Richie came too. Olrox still held him, now sitting on the edge of a small bed, and hummed a melody that gave the boy something to focus on; something that wasn’t the dull ache in his soul. The night had been quiet, safe for crickets in the garden.

Olrox pulled away gently, tucking Richter into the covers and squeezing his shoulder in assurance. “It’s late. Try getting some sleep.”

Belmont didn’t respond, instead burying his face deeper into the pillow.

“It’ll take time, I know, but don’t fight it. Let those feelings flow, so you can move on.”

“But with who?” Richter asked, his voice muffled.

Olrox momentarily lost his breath, before making the leap. “With me. I’ll be at your side. I won’t leave you to fend for yourself.”

Richie turned to the vampire, his big blue eyes filled with fear and hope and sadness that pierced his dark, old soul sharper than a bullet.

“I don’t trust you.”

“You can trust my actions. I kept you safe and sound until now, haven’t I?”

Richter averted his eyes before nodding.

“You can sleep in tonight. Make sure you’re well-rested.” Olrox stood.

“Wait!” The boy suddenly leapt, grabbing his sleeve.

“Hm?”

“…can you…stay? Until I fall asleep?” He pleaded.

The Aztec’s chest felt like it was about to explode. “Of course. Just fall asleep.” He sat back in the bed, and as his precious son’s breathing grew calm and even, he thought to himself with a fond smile.

What a perfect revenge.

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[infernalodie]

OKAY SO I GOT THIS REQUEST — former!ellie x reader, current!abby x reader; based on the song Left For Dead by Kiki Rockwell, specifically the part “my lover left me for dead, my pretty little body keeps the wolves fed.” The lover being Ellie and the wolves (obviously) being Abby😫 just a bunch of angst and smut (if possible😗). Where Ellie chooses Dina over r in a life or death situation and like Abby (coincidentally) finds R half dead from other humans and takes her back to her hideout or whatever and like nurses her back to health:) sorry it’s so long and it’s fine if you don’t want to, can just ignore this🫶🏼 luv u and your writing!!

a/n: Took me a long time to pick this one up, but here we go!

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 || 𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

Inspo: Jacob Banks - Devil That I Know Kiki Rockwell - Left For Dead Max Richter - The Young Mariner

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Left for dead with a heart of love...

Warnings: Angsty as fuck with a large bit of torture

Part Two - Finale

Words: 4858

Ragged breaths filled the air of the small janitor’s closet. The surface of the workbench and small shelves holding cleaning chemicals are covered in dust. Dirty old rags on the ground. Some left previously, and new ones that had crimson seeped into the fabric. Pieces of medical tape were ripped and discarded along with the garments that had been torn to fashion some sort of bandage.

Your mouth was gagged by your shirt and jacket you bit down on. The soft cold breeze inside the room sent chills down your exposed stomach as you pressed the fabric from your shirt against the bullet wound. A groan fell from your lips as you ran a stripe of tape over the fabric, feeling extra pressure causing white hot pain to flash behind your eyes.

Pants fell from your lips as you released the articles of clothing from your mouth. A speckle of spit left on your lips as you blinked tiredly. “Fucking, Wolves.” Your soft hiss slipped from your lips as you grabbed your gun from beside you. Carefully, you sit up near the door and press your ear to the wood.

It’d only been minutes ago that you had been chased down. Left for dead by your now ex-girlfriend and friend, who you weren’t even sure made it out. If they did and if you made it out of here, you were going to kill them, literally. After saving their asses countless times back in Jackson, this is how they were going to repay you? Oh, yeah, you’re going to fucking gut the two of them.

But that would be the last thing you ever did as footsteps approached the closet. And before you could even respond, the door swung open. Light projected into the room, blinding you as you raised a hand to try and allow your eyes to adjust.

“I found the demon!” The person called as your brows furrowed together.

You crawled back, lifting your gun and aiming at the large figure before gunshots filled the air. The air lost in your lungs was regained with your gasping when seeing the Seraphites body thud against the ground. You kept to the corner of the room as a full-on firefight took place beyond the doorway. But with your mind still in a daze from your wound, you weren’t to put up a fight. Needing more rest than anything else.

It took a while but the gunfire soon seized to exist. Incoherent yells were heard outside as you blinked tiredly, swallowing the lump in your throat as you held your stomach. Footsteps approached, then stopped. “Manny, Mel, we have an outsider!”

Still, in a slight daze, you lifted your head. Your eyes shot wide as saucers as you made eye contact with her, Abby. The entire reason for you being out here and following Ellie to Seattle. Hell, in a way, Abby was the reason why she was bleeding to death in this janitor’s closet alone.

Two other figures, Mel and Manny you guessed came behind Abby. “You know the orders, Abs,” Manny stated, sending a knowing look to the muscular girl.

Their knowledgeable conversation left a horrible dread in your stomach. But you knew that if you put up a fight, you died. Even if you didn’t they would kill you nonetheless. And either way, you hadn’t killed someone before. You were out here to keep Dina and Ellie alive with your medical skills, not kill anyone.

So, it piqued the trio’s interest when you slid your gun their way. Staring down at the Baretta before back at you, finding you shaking your head. “Kill me if you have to,” you breathed. “I’ll put up less of a fight than Joel and Tommy did.”

With the mere mention of the two men, one she killed, Abby felt her chest tighten. “You’re from Jackson?” Abby asked, coming over and dropping to a knee beside you.

A shaky laugh fell from your lips. “Born and raised,” you said half-heartedly. “I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here right now. Goddamnit, Ellie.” You muttered aloud, feeling Abby carefully lift the hem of your shirt to see your wound.

The bandage you had crafted had done very little to stop the blood flow. It caught a decent amount, restraining the slash of the blade performed by one of the cult members you ran into, but it wasn’t enough to hold everything else in. The cotton had become so damp that your blood began to slither past the bandage and down soaking into your pants and down your waistline.

“Is there anyone else with you?” Mel asked, coming to join your side, shrugging off her backpack and beginning to take out a medical kit.

Manny, who seemed confused by the two girls helping you, said, “Guys, Issac told us to deal with any Outsiders if we encounter them-”

“Manny, shut up for a second, alright?” Abby interjected, silencing him. He pursed his lips, turning towards the door to keep watch.

“There were people with me, but they left me for dead,” you answered the doctor’s question. “I thought I killed one of your people, but I don’t even know who the fuck is out there. I mean, I can’t kill anyone - I’ve never killed anyone - and it was just in the heat of the moment and I- I-”

Your rambling was stopped by Abby, who placed a hand on your shoulder. The touch made you flinch away, mind still conscious of the fact that this was the same girl that killed your mentor. A man who had cared for you and saved your life a handful of times. And you should be exacting the revenge you sought out here to do. To get payback, but truthfully, you were more inclined to not do it in spite of Ellie.

But you knew Joel wouldn’t you risking your life for something he caused to save Ellie. Unlike your ex, you weren’t clouded in rage. Sure, you were angry that you lost someone close to you, but that was the way of life. You mourn them and then you have to carry on. Nothing more than that. And Joel would’ve wanted you to have a healthy and careful life.

When Mel began to apply a new bandage, you cried out. Hand flying to Abby’s arm where you held on for dear life. Head thrown back against the wall as your face scrunched up in pain. “There others here, in Seattle,” you told them, trying to distract your mind from the pain surrounding your abdomen. “I don’t know where they are now. But your friend, the guy with the scar across his face and Leah, they’re both dead.”

The trio looked at you, shock evident in their eyes as you stared at them uneasily. “Leah was killed by those cultists and Ellie… she killed the other guy when he had a bag over my head,” you said. “If I could, I would’ve saved him and talked to him civilly. But my girlfriend was more inclined to make fun of him. I’m sorry.”

“What’s your name?” Abby asked, changing the subject purposefully. Although it surprised you, you cleared your throat with a groan.

“Y/n. Y/n Y/L/N,” You answered.

She nodded. “Well, Y/n, we’re going to get you proper medical treatment,” she told you. “Can you walk?”

You pursed your lips in doubt, and she opted to just lift you up, arm under your knees and the other around your lower back. A squeak falls from your lips with your arms wrapping around her neck. Tucking your face in her shoulder to hide the evidence of pain on your face. Abby successfully got you out of the janitor’s closet of a school that Ellie and Dina left you some time ago. Leg’s still aching from the debris that had prevented you from following the pair in a classroom somewhere down the hall. That and the door Ellie had consciously blocked with a desk, leaving you inside with a Clicker.

Stepping outside, you were quick to spot the truck that had a dog inside, sitting and waiting patiently. “Wait. Wait, a sec.” Abby stopped at your request, looking down at you in question. You bit your bottom lip, looking at her and the truck and shaking her head. “If Ellie finds me with you, she’s going to kill us. Maybe you should leave me here or something. I promise you, I’ll be out of Seattle before you know it. I don’t want to be locked up in a cage or killed by-”

“You’re coming with us.” The soft, yet, the unwavering firm tone in Abby’s lips silenced you. Lowering your head as Mel popped open the hitch and helped Abby pull you inside. “Manny, drive us back to the stadium. Mel and I will see how we can help, Y/n.”

“Abby, Issac’s going to kill us for bringing an outsider back-”

“Manny, just fucking drive,” Abby ordered. “At most, he’ll question her about the people that she was with.” The Hispanic man pursed his lips, cursing quietly before hopping into the truck and starting it. Leaving Abby to close the hatch and crouch by your side with Mel on the opposite side.

Retrieving items from her bag, Mel pulled out a set of bandages. “I’m just gonna replace the one you made so we can stop you from losing any more blood,” she explained. “When we get back to the base, I’ll clean the wound and stitch you up.”

Although the idea sounded great, you shook your head. “We need to disinfect it now,” you told her. “In my pack are a few bottles of Vodka. We can use that as an antiseptic until we get to your base.”

“You’re a doctor?” Mel inquired, eyes slightly widened in surprise.

You nodded. “Learned enough to know how to patch me or others up,” you explained. “Father taught me.”

Grabbing your bag, Mel grabbed one of the bottles you spoke of and took off the lid. “This is going to hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Oh, I know,” you chuckled, teeth slightly gritting in anticipation. “Let’s just get it over with.”

There seemed to be a pause where you built up the preparation in your mind and Mel tried to find confidence in doing the action. But those milliseconds didn’t carry on for too long before you were screaming in agony. Head slamming against the truck bed, nails creating crescent moons in your palm. You hadn’t even realized the sudden flailing of your arms and legs.

“Abby, hold her down!” The taller girl did as told, placing her hands firmly on your shoulders as you cried. When the stream of the intoxicating liquid seized, you were painted on the pale side of the visual. Mel quickly worked to bandage the wound and Abby tried to keep you at ease and not throw up anywhere or pass out.

Which was fruitless when you let out a sigh before your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion. Abby clenched her teeth as she sat on the side benches along the edge of the truck bed. “Her body is just tired and in pain, Abs,” Mel stated. “But you need to know that Manny is right. Once I patch her up, Issac is just going to put her in a cage and torture her for information.”

“I know.” Abby ran a hand down her face, unable to retract her gaze from your sleeping features. So at peace and finally calm after all the bullshit you had been through. Truthfully, she had no reason to believe you and she didn’t, but she did believe you when you said you shouldn’t be out here. You were smaller in frame and height than Mel. Standing at full height, you were around Abby’s bicep and you didn’t have any defining muscle on you that screamed power in any fight. And that fact that you hadn’t killed anyone and were out here chasing after her showed that you were mentally strong. She just didn’t know if that would be able to carry on when Issac got his hands on you.

A groan shook at the back of your throat as you stirred awake. Face wincing in pain as your body ached and wished for you to rest for longer. Attempting to move your arms resulted in the harsh burn of something around your wrists. Eyes flickering open to find yourself in the center of a poorly lit room. An old fashion torch lamp was set on a few crates near a window that was blocked out by the sun by some white curtains.

Looking down at herself, she found herself in her old pair of dirty jeans with the same shirt on. But her wrists and ankles were tied together. Restrained to a chair with the harsh burn of rope being her reminder of defiance.

“Ah, good. You’re awake.” You watched with fearful eyes as the man stepped inside with a bottle of water. Shutting the door behind him and locking it before making his way over. Grabbing a discarded chair and dragging it towards you. The sound of the hind legs scratching across the ground made you wince. Sitting in the chair opposite of you, the man took a seat and smiled. “Now, we can talk about why you’re in my city.”

Issac. That was who you guessed this guy to be. He didn’t seem like some middle-class wolf taking orders from a higher power. He maintained a level of intimidation that came off as something natural. The way he talked, walked and even looked. Nothing got past this man without his say-so. And telling by how he seemed already annoyed told you that you were suspect number one for some of his troops roaming the city were dying.

Sloshing the water bottle around in front of him, he silently held it toward you. Looking between the bottle and the man, you let out a strangled sigh through your nose and nodded. Twisting the cap off, he held the open end to your lips and tilted it back enough for you to take a sip. Parting when you felt the dryness of your throat subside.

“Now, tell me where you’re from, who you’re with and how many of you there are,” Issac said in his gruff voice. “If you don’t, I’ll make this helluva lot worse for you.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you let out a slow controlled breath. “I’m from Jackson,” you started. “Came here by myself when I ran away from home-”

A loud laugh fell from Issac’s lips as he shook his head, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. His dark eyes never strayed from your own. “Do I need to bring in my three soldiers that saved your life and ask them what you told them?” He asked, leaning his arms on his knees. “Or am I going to have to force the truth out of you?”

“I am telling you- MOTHERFUCKER!” You groaned eyes clamped shut at the feeling of a blade stabbed into your thigh. If he had stabbed any higher, he might’ve hit your femoral artery, but this would be easy to patch up. Of course, that’s if you survived past Issac’s torture.

“Y/n.” The use of your name on the man’s tongue was vile. It left a shiver running down your body as your eyes opened to find the man staring at your pained expression intently. “Your girlfriend left you for dead, right?” You let out a shaky exhale, tears brimming in your eyes with your lips pursing. The man frowned, shaking his head slightly as he asked, “So, why the fuck are you protecting her?”

Your lips wobbled, eyes flickering shut with your hands clenching. Breaths began to be choked up as you shook your head. Letting out a quiet cry at the thought of the auburn-haired girl. The girl that saved you from Clickers on a patrol run. The girl that had promised to keep you safe and one day, have a family with you.

Where was that now?

Where was she?

Hadn’t you risked enough coming out here with her and Dina? You lied to your father and left Jackson, your home. You’d given every waking moment of your time to this girl for the past 5 years, and this was how you were repaid. Being tortured for actions that you hadn’t condoned or acted upon. All you wanted was to keep her safe, but she must’ve not wanted the same as you.

With tear-soaked cheeks, you lifted your chin and shook your head. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you wept. “I came here alone and sought out Abby for killing-”

Your scream was muffled by the door that was dividing Abby from you. Her face scrunched up in aggravation. How could you be so loyal to someone who left you for dead? She couldn’t wrap her head around it because you shouldn’t be putting yourself in your girlfriend's place. Issac had promised Abby that he would allow you to rest before eventually sending you on your way, but that had been if you would tell the truth. Yet, you were putting up a useless fight for someone who wasn’t coming to save you.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as Issac coursed the knife down your forearm. Red breaching through the crack of your flesh and staining your pale flesh. Body trembling in the hot restraints of the rope that strained against your clenching limbs. Feeling the mounting pain to fizzle to a gentle stream of stinging when Issac pulled the blade from your flesh. Sitting back in his chair to take in your dishevelled and broken figure. From his doing, cuts were inflicted along your arms, legs, and one along your cheek. The blood slithered down your skin and sunk into your clothes. Hair astray from his hands that grabbed locks when he cut your face. And your eyes were bloodshot from the tears that never seized to fall.

“I came here alone,” you said through sobs. “I sought out Abby for killing my mentor.”

Issac sighed, shaking his head in slight astonishment. “You’re resilient, I’ll give ya that.” He rose from his seat, water bottle in hand. “Fighting for someone that isn’t coming to save you. It takes guts and I respect that. Really, I do. But I wonder how long it’ll take until you realize that your girlfriend left you behind- No, keep your eyes open.” The man tapped your cheek, forcing your head up. Finding your eyes hollow of emotion as you stared back at him.

“She isn’t coming to save you, Y/n,” he said quietly. “Whatever you thought of your girlfriend was a lie and you need to realize that before you die for someone who didn’t give a shit about you.” Crouching down in front of you, the man took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “If you tell me the truth, I can guarantee you that your girlfriend will be brought to justice. I’ll make my men go out and find her. From there, you can do as you wish. Kill her, torture her- I don’t care. But I need the truth, Y/n.”

In a drowsy state, you managed to keep eye contact with the man. Licking your dry lips as you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I’m from Jackson. I came here alone and sought out Abby for killing my mentor.”

All the man could do was stare at you, shell-shocked. You choked on your breaths, keeping the man’s gaze. A knock at the door grabbed your guys’ attention, seeing the door slightly open with Abby stepping inside. Her eyes focused on your dishevelled and broken form that was barely holding up. Eyes glossed over with tears as you broke the eye contact, bowing your head.

“I’m in the middle of something, Abby,” Issac grumbled. “Whatever you have to say is going to have to wait.”

“Issac, we both know she is going to keep this up until you kill her,” Abby protested. “If you aren’t going to do it, then let her recover. This isn’t getting us anywhere in finding her girlfriend.”

The man stared at you, taking in his soldier's words for a moment. Standing to his feet, placed the knife down on the chair and looked at Abby. “Keep her awake and give her this.” Placing the bottle in the girl’s hands, he walked out without another word. Leaving Abby to hold onto the bottle and stare at your figure that could be mistaken for dead if it wasn’t for your rising chest.

It was sad, honestly. How you could still hold love for someone that left you for dead was astonishing to Abby. Of course, she didn’t know your life story and she didn’t know shit about what you and your girlfriend had been through. But what she did know is that you weren’t made for this. You had skills that people dreamed of having, yet, you were out here hunting her for reasons that you may relate with, still didn’t change the fact that you weren’t built for surviving in the wild.

Walking over, Abby moved the knife, placing it in her lap as she sat down. Twisting the cap as she said, “Have some water.” You didn’t respond and you didn’t move. “Y/n, look at me.”

Still nothing. So, with a gentle hand, Abby grabbed your jaw and lifted your head. Finding your eyes heavy with exhaustion. Standing to her feet, Abby placed her thumb on your bottom lip and gently parted your lips. Realizing what she was doing, you willingly opened your mouth, allowing her to slowly pour the refreshing drink into your mouth.

Although she was your enemy, her touch was warm and soft. Treating you like a fragile ornament that could break with the faintest amount of squeeze. She cared. Her eyes watched you softly with the faintest hint of darkness that you couldn’t distinguish. She was worried. It was all that you had hoped to find from Ellie right about now, but you were receiving it from the woman you had been told was a monster. A woman who killed a man you deeply cared about. Who was she, truly?

Greedily drinking all of the water, Abby pulled away, placing the bottle on the floor. Taking a seat, Abby leaned back in the chair, eyes intently taking in your sorrowful expression. “I can’t understand you.” Her words made you raise your bloodshot eyes to her in question. Abby groaned, leaning her elbows onto her knees, closing the space between the two of you a little more. “How can you still love her after what she did to you?”

You bit your bottom lip, breaking eye contact and looking down at your legs. The steady ache from the stab wound had numbed to a point as long as you didn’t move the limb, you could forget it. But you couldn’t forget the wound so freshly cut into your mind. One that seemed to come up every single time Issac questioned you about your reason for being in Seattle.

“She changed me,” you finally answered, breaking the silence. “It’s something I can’t repay, but I thought… I thought that if I did everything to save her from trouble, maybe it would be enough.” You chewed on your bottom lip, shaking your head in thought. “I just can’t believe she would leave me behind. I can’t.”

Sniffling, you looked up at Abby. “That doesn’t make me foolish, okay?” You defended. “Ellie won’t leave me. She loves me. She loves me more than killing you, alright?” Exhaling deeply, you shook your head. “So, please. Just… Just let me go. I’ll convince her to go back and we’ll leave. She needs to know I’m ok.”

Abby stared at you sadly, pursing her lips at your denial. It was hard to hear that you, so pure of heart, wanting to do everything you could to support someone, were so clueless to signs of your fate. Ellie wouldn’t stop. You and Abby knew that. But you were too caught up in love to realize the pain you were trying to protect yourself from. Bargaining for something that wouldn’t come true.

Then it popped into her head, why would someone hurt you this bad? Or, how could someone hurt you this bad? It was damn near soulless the way Ellie had been able to inflict this much pain in one action in seconds. No verbal response, just a single action.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” Abby whispered, piquing your interest. “I’m sorry for what I took from you.”

You frowned, staring at the girl in question. “What do you mean?”

“Joel,” she answered, making your expression lower into sadness. Abby ran a hand down her face, shifting forward slightly. “If I didn’t do what I did, maybe things would be better for you. You wouldn’t be here and dealing with what you’re dealing with.”

A faint tremble of your lips could be seen as you glanced up at her for a split moment before looking down. Letting out a shaky sigh and blinking away the fresh set of tears that were brewing in your eyes. Inhaling sharply as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why did you do it, Abby?” You inquired quietly, looking up at the girl. Finding her expression shifted into one of regret as you shifted in your seat. “Abby, he was my mentor, a friend, the last person I got to call my father. He was one of the only people I had left, and you took him from me. So, please, I need to know why you took him from me if I can trust you.”

Abby let out a shaky breath. Hands clasping together as her lips parted. A fumbling of a sentence formed in her mind before she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Joel killed my father in Salt Lake,” she confessed. “I never got over it. I gathered information and searched for answers that could tell me where he was. So, when I found out he was in Jackson, I hunted him down with my group, and I killed him.”

Her confession left the room in a cold stillness as she waited for your response. So, she continued. “I hated him so much for what he took from me,” she muttered. “Finding my dad stabbed in the throat, having no chance to say goodbye or to give him a hug. Joel took that from me and I took that from you, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Looking up, she found you staring down at her empathetically. “I’m sorry for your loss, Abby.” That was the last response she thought to receive. She’d taken so much from you, yet, you still had a softness in your heart that wasn’t afraid of being given out. “We’ve dealt with enough pain and I don’t want anymore. I just wanna go home with Ellie and be happy, you know?”

Falling to a knee, Abby grabbed your hands and held them softly. “You gotta listen to me, Y/n,” Abby said. “Ellie, she left you behind. As much as I don’t want to agree with Issac on this, he is right. If she loved you, she would’ve done anything to keep you safe and alive.”

A hard pill to swallow, that statement was. It felt like the imaginary knife Ellie had stabbed into was twisting further and further into your heart. Stealing whatever love that you had left for the girl and using it for her own personal gain. Because, in the end, that was the whole point of you coming. Getting guilt-tripped into seeking revenge for a man that only wanted the best for you. You didn’t even get to mourn his loss. You were just thrust into this quest that you wanted no part of. But your love for Ellie was something you couldn’t extinguish. It burned brighter than any flame imaginable.

And she used it against you.

Burning your heart and leaving a permanent scar that reminded you of how your trust could be twisted and forced against you in a selfish act.

“We were travelling with another woman- Dina,” you said out of the blue, making Abby frown. “I don’t know where they’re staying, but we were on our way looking for somewhere to set up camp until we found you.” Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. “She has a revolver, a Baretta, and a hunting rifle. Dina is pregnant, so if you go looking for them, don’t hurt her, please-”

“Y/n, you don’t have to tell me this if you don’t want to.” Abby surprisingly placed a hand on your cheek. Her warmth and comfort were enough for you to lean into the touch. The cold pinch of your tears covered her palms as you opened your eyes.

Pursing your lips, a thin-lipped smile appeared as you shrugged. “What else do I gotta lose?”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson angst #abby anderson fanfiction #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson x black!fem!reader #abby anderson x black!reader #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x black fem reader #x black!fem!reader #x black!reader #the last of us abby anderson #the last of us 2 abby anderson #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine #tlou 2 #tlou 2 fanfiction #tlou 2 imagine #x poc reader #poc reader #ellie williams

[xxladyballadxx]

Wildness

Richter Belmont x f! reader (smut)

─ ⋆⋅ ��� ⋅⋆ ─ Dividers by @roseschoices ─ ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─

(18+)

(Note: This is not my image, just found it on Pinterest so I edited it a little.)

“Richter, oh my god!” Dying in laughter with your stomach twisting. Richter annoyed his little sister Maria by acting very affectionate and flirty towards you. Tera hid her little laugh seeing her own daughter getting irritated by Richter. This led to Maria telling you both to get a room. 

Right after being scooped into his Richter’s room, he picked you up in the air and spun you around. Joyness slipping out through your laughter. He pinned you to his bed and tickled your neck with wet kisses. 

“Oh Richter!” your sweet, loving laughter causing your tummy to go ‘round. “Am I not allowed to shower my precious pretty lady with affection?” Richter asked with a grin, his hands holding down your wrist against the bed.  “Well…” You grabbed his collar flirtatiously and switched places with him, leading him to lying down on the bed instead of you. He gasped, feeling his heart pumping up in excitement, “I want you, Richter Belmont, to show how much you really love me by fucking me right here and right now.” 

That last part you said made his boner raised up. Richter stripped his clothes with a lend of hand from you. You excitedly took all your clothes off and crawled to his bulge, putting your mouth onto his juicy hard dick. Sucking it good and deep. 

“Ah fuck..” Richter groaned, grasping your hair as he watched you with such lust, his wild-beasty eyes flourishing. His cock was tasty as fuck, wet as hell.

Oh how you just fucking love the taste of it.

“(Y/n)...ah..” Richter growled, his lustful eyes preying on you, “I want you fucking inside of me now..” This was a demand for you to start bouncing on top of him and his juicy ass cock. You pulled away from sucking his sweet stick to having your wet pussy being pleasured by his cock. You let out a lot of moans from your lips as you began to bounce on Richter, his cock twisting your insides. Your whole body melted sensually into his pleasure, you moaned loud causing him to give you a good smack on the ass. His eyes are feasting on your breasts that are bouncing madly. 

Oh sweet heavens, it felt like a fucking, bloody paradise to you and Richter. 

Richter wanted to switch places so you laid your back down towards the bed as he crawled on you to kiss you passionately on the lips before putting his dick into your cult. You held his head tight, deepening the kiss and moaning through it. 

He crawled back a bit to insert his dick into your womanhood. As he slowly shoved it in, your whole sweating body trembled into his touch. “Ah, Richter! Mmm..” you yelped feverishly, feeling your insides being completely destroyed with such aggression by Richter’s almighty juicy cock. Your entire mind went to a total blur, lost as if you were in heaven being fucked by a Belmont. “Fuck, (Y/n), you feel so bloody good..” Richter grunted, his cock pushing deeper into your vagina. 

Your moans had gotten louder across the room, a wave of excitement flooding in. Richter loved how you make such heavenly sounds, they were music to his ears. You begged him to go rough on you and so he did, with very deep thrusts. Fucking you straight to heaven and calling you a naughty kitten for being such a little minx towards him. An exciting moan slipped from your lips when he called you a very bad girl. 

“You’re a bad girl, (Y/n). You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” Richter gave a good hard smack towards your ass as he thrusted in a fast motion, causing you to grasp the bed sheets with a gasp. 

Your body felt a warm liquid coming out slowly from your cult, “Richter! I’m about to cum!” you told him with that moany tone of yours. “Come on, baby! Fucking cum in front of me!” Richter went very fast with the thrusts, he slowed it down afterwards when you cummed, squirming out a nice splash of warm milk. Richter laid down next to you, the two of you took a breather after the lovemaking. He held you into his strong arms, kissing your face lovingly, “Fucking hell, I love you so much, (Y/n). You make me the happiest man alive on Earth.” 

You kissed him back, cupping his face, “I love you too, you goofball. We could go for another round..” You smirked mischievously. “After we clean ourselves up of course..” you saying that to your loverboy caused his heart to beat excitedly. 

‘Fuck, this lady drives me wild but I fucking love her for it!’ Richter spoke through his mind, talking to himself. He dragged her closer and kissed her wildly.

Oh boy, this is going to be a long ass fun night for you and your goofy loverboy…

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a/n - My, my...I never knew I would write another Richter Belmont smut which I'm still terrible writing at. I wasn't planning to write this, this idea of mine just popped out of the blue. Well, I hope you thirsty ass hoes enjoyed this ¬‿¬

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #richter belmont #richter belmont x reader #castlevania x reader #castlevania nocturne x reader #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania imagine #x fem!reader #x f!reader

[witch-hazels-musings]

SR :: Blissful Moments

warning: fluff, sfw, kisses (slight spice)

includes: Artem Wing, Luke Pearce, Marius von Hagen, Vyn Richter 

character x reader | anthology 

Artem

Timid, devoted - he has to work himself up to it - be the first or the thousandth, he must make sure it won't interrupt, disturbed, or hinder you in any way. He'll consider the time, the place, the way each time, but when the connection is made, he sinks into you as if your oxygen and he's suffocating

Quick, a bit sloppy - he's still learning. What do you like, what don't and he's so. incredibly. observant. Artem will look at you after every kiss, watch for every sign, listen for the quickness of your breath and the rise and fall of your chest. He needs to know what you're thinking, and he doesn't need words to find it out

Language of love - he excels as words but not when it comes to his feelings for you. So, instead, he's found another way to convey the pounding sensation of his heart, the rushing of his nerves when you call out his name, he's smitten, and his appreciation comes through his lips

Luke

Respectful, joyous - each one expresses everything he feels, all that he is. Whether it's a quick peck on your cheek or a lingering one on your lips, he ensures you know how much you mean to him and how happy he is to be yours

Laughter filled - there are moments where your kisses are interrupted by reciprocating teases, playful turns of phrase that leave him confused or in stitches, you always end it with a kiss on his nose, and while you smile at the pink rising on his cheeks, he swells at the warmth burning his heart

Vowing - with every morning comes a kiss goodbye, a reminder that he will return to you, that you are his promise to keep - locked in his chest, you hold the key. Every night is a kiss of hello, a fulfillment, a reflection of the lost time he couldn't make with you, a lament to the moments he thought of you - inside and out, he's vowed himself to you until his final breath

Marius

Playful, teasing - he likes to liter your face with energetic kisses. From your nose to your cheeks, from your cheeks to your brow, and all the way down to your jaw until it tickles so much you can't breathe

Filled with innocence - you'd be surprised there's so much purity in that confident smirk, but behind that smiles lies a boy who just wants you to see him, to know him, and to accept him. Kisses filled with a hopeful innocence that consumes the both of you

Long - so long you gasp to catch you breath but all he's done is connect his lips with yours, "do I take your breath away that easily, hmm?"

Vyn

Possessive, desiring - he doesn't know any other way, as soon as you say you are his, he can't keep to himself. On your hand, against your lips, in the small space below your ear. He kisses them all and watches how you fall into his hands as if he planned it all along

Scared - he's nervous, for the first time he has an uncertainty he can't shake. It's not until you close the gap, accept him and don't pull away does he find stability again: accept him, only him, forever

Private - they are just for the two of you, he'd rarely, if ever, kiss you in public. It wouldn't do his heart well to see someone else look at you afterward - those eyes are jealous ones, and they don't share

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#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #artem wing x reader #artem wing x gn reader #marius x reader #tears of themis marius #marius von hagen #artem wing #tears of themis artem #vyn richter #tears of themis vyn #vyn x reader #luke pearce #tears of themis luke #luke x reader

[lettingtimepass]

I WAS AT THE NERDY PRUDES SHOW WHERE THEY LOST POWER!!!

Here is my spoiler-free recounting!

After over a decade of being a Starkid fan, I traveled 3,000 miles to see Nerdy Prudes!! (The date just happened to align with a trip I was planning.) It was so surreal being in the theater! I saw Producer!Dylan and Corey L. running around with their headsets. Then right before the show started I saw Joe Moses and Tessa walk in. Also two rows ahead of me was someone in a Spiderman hat... I was like... Is that Nick Lang? No... why would he be in the middle of the audience? Later I found out I was right 😂

For context, it was raining really hard in LA and the streets were flooding. LA is not used to rain so they're not well equipped to deal with it.

Act 1 went great and then shortly after Act 2 started, BAM, the lights went off. Everyone froze. The person in the light booth said "We've just lost power." Then, Nick Lang stood up and said, "It's going to be okay everyone, we'll figure this out." And he left to help the staff. But for a good minute or so the entire audience thought it was a bit and couldn't tell if this was part of the show or not! But after a few minutes we were like holy shit this is actually happening. It took maybe half an hour or so but we were back up and running and everyone was so hype cheering on the actors when they came back on stage.

Then, during the final song, on what sounded like the final NOTE, the lights went off again. You could hear a reaction from the actors-- I can't imagine how upset they must have been in that moment! But the entire audience erupted in cheers and instantly gave a standing ovation. After the crowd calmed down a bit Nick came back out and was like "Yeah...... That actually wasn't the ending. There are two minutes left." And we freaked out 😂 They had us wait for a few minutes, but then they decided to call it. In the words of Nick, "You're the lucky audience who gets to see this show with a happy ending!" 😳😳 So yeah - I still don't know the ending. I'm going to have to buy the digital ticket so I can see the ending and also get the full experience uninterrupted. I can't wait for the YouTube version!

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT - Updated!

I think everyone's favorite part was the LORDS IN FREAKING BLACK!!! AHHHHH!!! JON AS HUMAN!WIGGLY was perfect! Also was he giving Onceler/TumblrSexyMan energy? 🤔 Can't wait to see how it looks on the YouTube version!

I loved Jon's anime nerd character. It was so damn good. The collective "Nooooooo" when the audience realized his death was imminent 😭😂

The parallels between Abstinace Camp and NPMD are very fun to me. "IT WAS GIRL JERI THAT DIRTY GIRL!"

DIRTY DIRTY GIRL WON'T YOU PRAY FOR MEEE?

Max's pronunciation of "skel-a-in" 😭 I need the story of how he decided on that or if it was written into the script?!

The Barbeque Monologues?! And that song? Jeff Blim pls. Lauren is a master through.

Someone pointed out that all the Hatchetfield shows have in-world productions: Working Boys, Santa Clause is Going to High School, and The Barbeque Monologues. Idk what this means, but it is a nice touch for worldbuilding.

The little musical reference to Nightmare time!!

I keep thinking about how Rob M fumbled the Starkid bag 😬 But Joey did such a great job as Pete! For some reason it feels like a full-circle moment between MAMD and "Joey Richter" with him playing the nerdy character 😊

Anglea was freaking fantastic as Grace. I just love her voice and how she makes it go so high it cracks! And Curt and Kim playing her parents was so good.

There's something so funny about Angela's characters being so different - Lex vs Grace - and the fact that they would hate each other 😂 Can Angela please play both of them interacting?!

Kim freaking Whalen!!!! I love her so much.

I LOVE seeing Corey and Mariah playing father and daughter again (but it's a very different dynamic than TGWDLM).

LOVE LOVE LOVE evil/slimly dirtbag Corey. HE'S SO FINE!!

I missed seeing Jeff and James on stage - I wonder if Jeff's chaotic energy would have been too much with the horny teenagers hahaha. But James would have fit right in! Oh well, we can't have them all in every show, unfortunately.

Gotta say I didn't expect them to say "Nerdy Prudes Must Die" so many times in the show 😂

The last song having pop-punk vibes?!

Anddd...... the last scene...... (yes I finally got to see it!) GRACE KEPT THE BOOK!!! Did she say "every perv must die"? Yeah, that's gonna be a lot of people on her list... Also very similar to the end of Abstinence Camp! This isn't going to go well.......

#NPMD #Nerdy Prudes Must Die #Nerdy Prudes #Nerdy Prudes Must Die Spoilers #Team Starkid #Starkid #hatchetfield

[callsignkatzchen]

Scars

TW: Mention of SH

After Reimi found out her old captain was a traitor, she was shot by him.

Gunshot wound (shoulder, right. Did not go through)

During the struggle, and after stabbing him in the back of the knee, her captain kicked her in the face.

Gash (jaw, right side)

In the fight, her captain ended up getting blown up after stepping on a mine. While Reimi waited for an extraction team, she gave herself 7 cuts as a physical and permanent reminder of who she lost that day.

Cuts (wrist, left)

Each scar is associated with the name of her old squad, minus the captain. His name would never leave her mind.

Erik, Erin, Farris, Grit, Jacob, Norman, Richter.

On one of her first squad missions, Reimi got herself captured by the enemy on purpose in order to help König and the rest of the team get to safety. She was held with a knife to her neck as she was dragged back to the enemy base.

Knife wound (neck, right side)

While being held captive, the enemy tortured her trying to get information out if her. She refused to talk so they upped their tactics. They used a lashing, first striking her across the chest.

Lash (chest, centre)

The leader stopped them, saying not to ruin her pretty image from the front, which led to them using the lashing on her back.

Lashes (back)

Before anything else could happen and thanks to a hidden tracking device, she was found quickly by König and an extraction team about an hour and a half later.

Reimi got cut on a sharp piece of metal on one of the trucks.

Cut (upper arm, right side)

She was pretty pissed at herself for being so clumsy.

She got grazed by a bullet after using herself as a battering ram to knock König out of the line of fire.

Gunshot wound (waistline, right side)

How she managed to move someone weighing roughly 126kg will remain a mystery.

On a mission, Reimi had gone out to scout the area to look for potential danger. However, upon return, she had accidently scared a particularly trigger happy rookie who mistook her as an enemy and shot her.

Gunshot wound (hip, left. Went through.)

Reimi continued the mission despite the pain. It turned out successful, but she was reprimanded for not going to the squad's medic right away. She didn't tell anyone who the rookie was, but someone else did.

There are three scars that don't have a story behind them yet:

Knife wound (chest, upper left)

Cut (thigh, left front)

Knife wound (thigh, lower right side)

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod oc #original character #cod original character #oc #reimi hikari

[ecargmura]

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Episode 27 Review - The Third Test

Wow, it’s already the penultimate episode! I’m going to miss this show once it ends. I do like how after all the action-packed magic fights, this episode lays low on the action as it’s just the party and the mages taking a respite and then the mages take the third test proctored by Serie.

Fern is mad once again, but this time, she’s angered over the fact that her broken staff had been treated lightly by Frieren. While it’s ideal to get a new staff, Fern is attached to the one she uses because it’s what Heiter gave to her. It’s practically what she has left of Heiter. I think it’s sweet that she always cherishes items that people she cares about give to her like the staff from Heiter, the hair clip from Frieren and the bracelet from Stark. She seems to be someone who keeps things for sentimental value. It was nice to see Fern and Stark hanging out again. Frieren means no harm as she’s just awkward. She still does take the broken staff to get it fixed at Richter’s magic shop. It’s nice to see how much Fern means to Frieren in her own Frieren way.

The third exam is just Serie passing and failing those that deserve it. She may seem like she’s being strict, but she’s not. She did mention to the other proctors that it was mainly because of Frieren that so many mages were able to pass the second portion—even those that weren’t deserving of it. It makes sense as Kanne is too weak-willed to be a first-class mage. Dunste is weak and managed to pass due to Frieren. Scharf and Ehre failed, which makes sense because they’re practically carried by Wirbel. She failed Frieren due to personal bias. Serie seems like those conservatives that do not like change while Frieren doesn’t mind change. Despite her disdain for human mages, Serie finds an interest in Fern who was able to detect the fluctuations in her mana that the other First-Class mages could not. Fern has been around Frieren for a majority of her life, so she can detect these sort of things. Also, it’s obvious that Fern will pass because what’s the point of this arc if she doesn’t pass?

In addition to Serie and Frieren being the antithesis of each other, the way they view magic differs too. Flamme and Frieren’s favorite magic was the flower field magic while Serie finds it boring. Flamme finds the flowers beautiful. Frieren likes it for the same reason, but for another one too: Himmel told her that she once showed the magic to him when he was a small boy lost in the woods and that was when he found magic to be beautiful for the first time. Since Himmel made such an impact in Frieren’s life, it makes sense that she’d love this spell too.

To be honest, I’m going to miss the small interactions from the other mages once this show ends. The way Denken treats Laufen and Richter like his granddaughter and son was way too cute. The way Kanne and Lawine have a frenemy relationship was hilarious but also sweet when the violence is toned down. Wirbel carrying around Ehre and Scharf was hilarious and cute. The unexpected tension between Ubel and Land was interesting to see. I do wonder if they’ll show up again in the future. It also makes me wonder if there will be a Season 2 for this show; I hope so!

Who else do you think will pass and become First-Class mages? What are your thoughts on this episode?

#frieren beyond journey's end #sousou no frieren #frieren #fern #stark #himmel #serie #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

[chibishortdeath]

Simon derangement page number um I lost count!!! Time to explain things and transcribe my handwriting lol >:3

I put a photo of the whole page here because some things were hard to single out into separate images :)

A pose study! I was trying to work on foreshortening with that arm position. Just imagine that he’s talking to someone off screen and sweating cause he’s been working out or something d(^^ )

Two of these are based on some reaction image doodles I ran into on Pinterest that I’m pretty certain originated on tumblr lol. The bottom left one says “*realization*” and the top right one says “deranged —>” with the arrow pointing to our Mr. Deranged in question, Simon. The Simon and Richter one is kinda poking fun at the general Smash Bros fandom depiction of them and is also based on a doodle I saw on Pinterest.

Bottom left says “he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces” lol. Dw! He is your friend! I just forgot to write that part :). I hope the tbh creature doodle is appreciated, I’ve drawn him like that more times than I’d like to admit—

This one is based on a photo of this guy (gotta be a Snapchat one idk I’ve never had Snapchat) with a monster energy and caption “KILL”. I think it fits the vibe.

Bottom left says “monsert!”, a silly bastardizarion of “monster”, again the energy drink. I feel like Simon would be the kind of guy to have caffeine at like 6PM and then wonder why he can’t sleep later lmao. Or worse have caffeine to avoid sleeping 💀. The other two doodles I drew because I woke up one morning and immediately imagined Simon with raccoon stripe hair for no reason.

This one is based on a tumblr post, it says “(Simon) the psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness” “(Christopher) any other diagnosises you’d like to share?” “(Simon) Autism”. That ending panel of Simon saying autism ended up a sticker in a discord server I’m in lmaooooo. Also I need to have more Simon and Christopher interactions cause I think they’d be friends aaaaa

The top doodle is based on a Simon MMD model I found of him as a Vocaloid and I thought that was hilarious and banger, we need more people making fun crossover stuff like that in the world lol. The bottom one is just him vibin(?). Idk he seems pretty distressed, but that’s his usual state so uh—

Another little pose doodle. I think his preferred sitting position is like criss cross applesauce on the floor. I don’t think he’d sit normally in chairs at all. I am now picturing him leaning a chair back too far help 💀.

This one is based on this meme that’s kinda poking fun at the art styles commonly found in yaoi with the last one being left blank for putting whatever you like there and implying in a comedic way that it’s ‘straight man yaoi’, I’ve seen ones with things like football players or idk Breaking Bad put there lol. Basically I saw the meme and realized that all the different styles kinda lined up too well with some Simon designs and well yeah this happened 💀💀💀. So we got Ayami Kojima’s design as “straight woman yaoi”, the NES cover art/X68000 as “gay man yaoi”, Simon’s Quest as “lesbian yaoi”, and Captain N thrown into “straight man yaoi” lmaooo.

Okie that’s all for this one, I will make more inevitably lol

#castlevania #castlevania games #simon belmont #art post #my art #simon’s quest #Castlevania nes #akumajou dracula #castlevania chronicles #silly posting #shitposting? #castlevania memes #I think that covers all of it uh yeah #I have too many ideas most of the time and then get overwhelmed by them #BUT when I do get them on paper things like this happen so eh it’s worth it I guess #I keep realizing that there’s way more things to post here than I thought #these are all fairly new tho tbh I think #time is not my strong suit tho 💀💀💀 #I think of Simon as a little bit more deranged than how I’ve usually seen him depicted #please imagine Simon sitting in a chair like an absolute disaster thanks #he would sit sideways with his legs crossed and over one of the arm rests #possibly also just criss cross applesauce on the chair lmao #now imagine him in a public space where you have to say seated generally uniformly hahahahahdjddkahskfkdj #ok wait just imagine Simon in public— #I need to draw some of the ideas I had of him like in modern times cause like #bro was around before the time of wide spread trains in Europe and would’ve probably never had a tomato so like #I think a cherry slushee would (figuratively) kill him #he’d probably like it tho ngl #simon can be a little silly as a treat he worked hard for it #aaaa not enough tag space I need to incoherently rant about him more

[ifishouldvanish]

last anon - RIGHT, SAME, my brother and i are convinced they would be so good for each other??? also they're both over 300 and 250 each, they count as old men yaoi, look like they should be at the club but probably would enjoy sitting by the fireplace and making snarky remarks to each other while still cuddling

Oh absolutely, anon.

They are old men fr and as much as they loved their human lovers, they are kinda ready to settle down with a fellow immortal. (Without the ethical implications of having to turn them first 😅)

Alucard loves to hear Olrox talk about his life in the ~new world, and is charmed by the impassioned spark in his eyes when he talks about it. Where Olrox's guarded, pessimistic nature pushes most people away, it's 100% familiar territory to Alucard, who knows from experience that there's something beautiful and worthy of love hiding underneath. That, and it's been way too long since he found anyone he could exchange snarky banter with properly.

Olrox notices how loving and hopeful for the future Alucard is and he's kinda "get out of my school" about it at first because he realizes he absolutely has a type and it's pretty, virtuous men who will always fight for what's right, even if he doesn't agree with how. He needs some time to sort out his grief over his lost lover and his emerging feelings for this kind-hearted Dhampir who also knows how to open a can of whoop ass--but once he does, he's all in.

After all this shit's over, they're gonna be sipping blood wine by the fireplace, each with some thick tome in their lap and snickering about how something either A) wasn't translated properly or B) simply isn't true (source: one of them was there)

Snarking is their foreplay, but it's always Olrox who folds and gets sappy first. Alucard doesn't mind at all though, and loves to see this side of him no one else does. One day Olrox finds the book of dick spells and is like "🤨 honey, what the hell is this?" And Alucard is like "oh, that old thing? 😏"

The gang comes to visit every once in a while and Richter is forever weirded out seeing Olrox being like... affectionate toward Alucard. But hey, Alucard looks happy, and Olrox and Annette get along like a house on fire, reminiscing about their respective homelands and ranting about the latest nonsense they saw some white people pull.

Enough years go by that one day Richter slips out a "thanks, Dad" when Olrox hands him something and they both "😐" for ten whole seconds before stammering excuses for why they need to leave the room immediately. It never happens again, but Annette and Alucard each tease their partners about this relentlessly. It's basically the new 'Treffy'.

#castlevania nocturne #alucard tepes #olrox #alucard x olrox

[rxclaimxr]

"You got lost in space." Joseph said with a smirk. "Had to bring you back somehow." He said teasingly.

He crossed his arms and pouts, cI have no idea what you are talking about, Joseph."

#lost and found: richter #like a hurricane: joseph

[maomao-words]

Hey! I’ve just come across your blog and wondered if I would be able to request the TOT boys reacting to MC coming home after work, hugging them and then saying “you smell like home”🥺🥺🥺 thank you!💕

This is so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee (✿´‿`)

Trigger Warning: a mixture of fluff and a bit of NSFW elements, but nothing explicit. Luke's part has a dash of angst, as usual.

Tears Of Themis: The boys reacting to you hugging them and then saying “you smell like home”:

Marius von Hagen:

Home? I smell like home?

Marius froze. His arms were around your waist and his face was buried in your neck when you tenderly whispered those words to him. In a simple heartbeat, his face flushed red, as the loveliest shade of red began to paint over his features.

 Marius could feel you digging your nose further into the crook of his shoulder, and sighing in satisfaction again, unaware of your lover's increasing embarrassment. You were going to be the death of him.

Marius' flush only deepened as the seconds ticked by and he felt an intense desire surging within him. His hold on you strengthened and he pulled your body flush against his, leaving no distance in between.

He brought his mouth closer to your ear, "Onee-san," the youth whispered, "I don't think you should provoke me any further."

Vyn Richter:

Vyn's surprise at your softly whispered words only lasted a few short seconds before he set down the book he was reading and enveloped you in a warm embrace.

He lightly chuckled as you buried your face in his neck and inhaled his familiar scent. Vyn was hyper-aware of every motion you made, every breath you took, and every soft kiss you dropped on his collarbones.

Home. Vyn's feeling toward the concept of home were ambiguous at best, skeptical at worst, but when your words registered in his mind, he found himself easily agreeing to them. You were his home, his solace, and refuge.

Vyn sighed. A small, quiet noise of relief involuntarily escaped his lips as he allowed himself to completely drown in the moment. He basked in the warmth of your embrace, and hugged you even closer to him.

Luke Pearce:

Luke’s arms, tightly wrapped around you, suddenly went limp. For a fraction of a second, his heart stopped thumping. 

You were everything to him. A childhood friend, a lover, a family member. You meant the absolute world to Luke. He never wanted anything more than be your home, the place you return to for comfort and love when life got too hard and wore you down mercilessly.

But Luke did not have much time left. He knew that one day you'll have to come back to this empty apartment only to shed tears at his absence. But until then, Luke will not leave your side, and he will not ceded his place to anyone else. He tightened his hold on you again and pulled you closer to his body.

Hearing you chuckle in a carefree manner, Luke felt a gentle smile rise to his own lips. You were his one and only home, and he was yours.

Artem Wing:

Artem froze for a few heartbeats. No sound came out of his mouth as a soft blush started to touch upon his neck and ears. He shivered, feeling you sigh in satisfaction as you took in more of his scent and hugged him closer to you.

Artem gulped, steering his mind into action again, before slowly circling his arms around you. He always lost his bearings when it came to you.

Home. Artem saw a glimpse of your shared future the second he laid his eyes on you. Ever since, he wanted nothing more than to get closer to you, pamper you, love you, and be your home.

Now, this silly wish of his, which once seemed simply impossible, has come true. Artem was here, in your arms, receiving your love and enjoying your company. If this was ever a dream, Artem desperately wished to never wake up.

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #vyn richter #luke pearce #artem wing

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Haha so I'm assuming kidnapped Richter makes some escape attempts. How far does he get? Does he ever stop trying? What measures does Olrox take to stop him?

On a more comedy bent embarassing dad olrox when Richter starts getting crushes on people.

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

Olrox didn’t entirely understand what he was in for when he decided to use Richie for his plan. Of course, a certain level of feistiness had been expected, but Richter’s determination has far exceeded anything Olrox was preparing for.

It was easy to deal with at first. As soon as Richter was left alone in a hotel room, he began checking every window and door, after which he promptly melted the lock on the entrance and almost reached the hallway if not for the vampire standing right on the r other side of the doorway. He repeated the trick twice before Olrox had to eventually share a room with him, because trying to excuse magically burned doors grew progressively difficult each time.

However, Richter refused to settle down, as he tried another escape later that same night, thinking Olrox was asleep. He melted the lock off the window and tried to crawl out onto a ledge, but heard a tired sigh and knew that, for tonight at least, it was over. Especially so when Olrox had enough and threatened to whoop his ass if he’s not tucked in and snoring by the time he turns his back. (Olrox could never lift a hand on a child, but Belmont didn’t need to know that)

His next several attempts were performed while in public, and they turned out to be most successful. Being around humans meant that Olrox’s hands were tied as he couldn’t use most of his vampiric abilities or magic. In one attempt, Richter successfully stayed out of his clutches for nearly three hours by blending in with the crowd but when the sun began falling beyond horizon, he walked just a little too close to a dark alley, and a mysterious dark fog smothered him. That being said, Olrox mostly solved the problem by threatening to hurt his mother. (Olrox had no problem dishing it out to an adult and Belmont absolutely needed to know that)

After weeks though, things grew…complicated. Richter got plenty of chances to slip off, but was either too demotivated or not observant enough to notice them, all because the more time he spent with his captor, the more he lowered his guard. Escape attempts stopped being an immediate priority because Richie realised that he himself was in no danger. That’s not to say that the didn’t want to escape, or that he didn’t wish with all his heart to come back to his mom and forget this ever happened, but…he didn’t know. It felt confusing, things changed since he’d been first abducted. Olrox changed too, and they found out so many things about each other, and he defended the child against other vampires, so the kid could no longer see him as just a villain, just a vampire. The old man was a person underneath all the hate and vengeance (although by no means a good person), he was grieving for a lost love, and Richter hated himself for thinking that it wasn’t all bad with him and that he cared. Olrox cared so much, even if he half-heartedly tried to hide it, and Richie never had a father and he hated how his heart placed that immortal into the empty spot against his permission ans better judgement.

Olrox trusts him, no longer locks the door, no longer has an eye on him at all times. It’s a great opportunity escape. He has to escape. Why isn’t he trying?

Why isn’t he trying?

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #castlevania richter #richter belmont #nocturne richter #castlevania olrox #Olrox #nocturne olrox #castlevania netflix #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania au #castlevania orlox

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kino Prologue

ー The scene starts on the open fields

Kino: …

( ーー Before I knew it, I found myself there. )

Where…am I? And who exactly am I?

( In a daze, I simply started walking ahead. With each step I took, I could feel myself having a harder time to breathe, a foul stench lingering in the air of this barren land. )

( I feel a strong sensation that simply being alive would bring nothing but me pain and suffering. …Almost as if this is the Underworld. )

Kino: ( Aah, now I get it. )

( I must have surely met a terrible fate somewhere. )

…

( I suppose it no longer matters. If I simply pass away here in silence. )

( Without anyone having to know… )

*Twinkle*

Kino: Oh!?

( A star fell down? )

( Did I imagine that? No, I’m positive I saw it sparkle. )

…I guess I’ll keep walking just a little further ahead.

Monologue

Rotigenberg.

The Cursed land, where the foul stench of rotten figs,

lingers in the air.

These are the Demon World’s wastelands,

home to the ‘Ghouls’,

a group of creatures who aren’t shunned by their descent,

since they are not acknowledged as proper Demons.

Whether the light flashing through the foggy air in front of me,

was a coincidence or the inevitable,

I do not know.

However, I once again started walking.

Solely holding onto the faith,

that ahead of that fallen star, happiness was waiting for me…

ー The scene shifts to the emergency stairs of Kaminashi Tower

Kino: Hmー What a lovely view.

The bright neon lights are beautiful…and the air is fresh.

( They cannot even be compared. )

*Flap flap flap*

Kino: ーー Welcome. Come on, you can sit on my arm.

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: …So, how are things looking?

*Caw caw caw*

Kino: I see. …So he’s here. You’ve done your job. You can head home now.

*Flap flap flap*

Kino: I suppose I should get going then.

ー Kino jumps up on the tip of the tower

Kino: Nn~ The breeze feels great up here. It was a smart idea to climb up the tower.

I’d love to just fly through the wind into the distance but…

But I’m the one who asked him to meet, so I have to show up now, don’t I?

I hope he’ll make it worth my time…Fufu.

ー The scene shifts to the park

Kino: Uhm…?

ー Richter approaches him

Richter: Are you the one who called me out here?

Kino: Yeah, exactly. Nice to meet you, Uncle.

Richter: ‘Uncle’, huh…? I did not think I would run into another individual who refers to me as such.

Although I have to admit that my older brother was a true ladies’ man. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out he has a couple of illegitimate children running around…

But how do you intend to prove that you are indeed one of them?

Kino: That’s a piece of cake. …Hah!

*Woosh*

Richter: What are you doing all of a suddーー

Kino: Oh? Not enough to convince you? Then…!

*WOOSH*

Richter: You are…

Kino: …Can you still claim that I’m not actually Father’s child after seeing this?

Richter: No, to be able to produce such strong magic here in the human world…

It is true that it would be impossible for anyone who isn’t related to my older brother. …Heh. Very well. Let me hear what you have to say.

Kino: I’m glad you understand.

Richter: Yes, my sincere apologies. So, what do you want to do next? If you’d like, I will happily lend you a hand.

Kino: Hm? 

Richter: Let me think…I will do anything within my power to help you steal back those powers from that troublemaker.

*Rustle*

Richter: Not a bad suggestion, is it? When you eventually conquer the Demon World, I shall be there to lighten the pressure put on these narrow shoulders of yours.

Kino: …Get your dirty hands off me.

*Rustle*

Richter: Come again?

Kino: Hm? Nothing~ No, you just caught me a little off guard, you see. My bad!

I mean, even though you are related to Karlheinz as well…You’re just so incredibly underwhelming.

Richter: I beg your pardon!?

Kino: I mean, you can’t blame me, can you? Or can you prove your strength to me, like I did earlier?

Richter: …Every individual has their strengths and weaknesses. In our case, it just so happens that my older brother ran away with all of the strong genes.

Kino: In short, you’re a loser.

Richter: I am not. My older brother was ignorant to the concept of love, but I am full of affection and I know what it feels like to be loved by another.

A beautiful lady once proved that to me, you see.

Kino: …I could care less.

Richter: Did you say something?

Kino: Nah, I don’t really understand love and such…So yeah.

Richter: Haha, no need to worry. I promise that if you quietly grab my hand, I shall ensure that everything goes smoothly.

Now then, allow me to show you to my manor. I have made quite the name for myself here in the human world, so I will be able to assist you in various waysーー

Kino: I see. …You really think highly of yourself, don’t you? 

Richter: …

Kino: You really think I’m going to believe some bullshit story about you being loved?

Richter: …! And what do you know!?

Kino: Haha! My information on you must be correct then. You are very much aware that you never once loved in your life…Aren’t you?

Richter: So this is what I get for being humble…!

*Woosh*

Kino: Too slow. …You’re going to need to work on your speed.

ー Kino disappears

Richter: !? Where did he go!?

Kino: Behind you. Haah!

*WOOSH*

Kino: Farewell, Uncle.

*SPLATTER*

ー Richter collapses

*Thud*

Richter: Kuh…Hah…Ah. Uu…

…

Kino: I hope that in the Afterlife, you will be reunited with Auntie who you loved so much. …Haha.

Yuuri: Is it over, Kino?

Kino: Guess so. Go and stab his corpse on the tip of the tower over there.

Yuuri: Why?

Kino: To celebrate! …Yet another Vampire kicked the bucket, so we have to hold a big party!

Right, right! Will you take care of ‘that’ as well while you’re putting him up there?

Yuuri: Yes, I understand.

Kino: Well then, that’s one more piece of trash out of the way. …Now, I suppose I’ll go and rinse off the blood which got on me first. …!

*TIMESKIP*

Kino: All preparations are taken care of. …I suppose I shall go and pick up the Princess then.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the street outside

Yui: ( Where am I? I thought I was sleeping. )

*Thud*

Yui: ( Hm? …I felt something hit my foot. )

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Is that…an apple rolling on the ground? For some reason, I feel as if I should follow it… )

ー Yui starts chasing the apple

Yui: ( …Wait…! )

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Eh? There’s more of them? Actually, where exactly are these apples coming from…? )

*Rustle*

Yui: Eek!

( The path behind me is becoming distorted. The walls melting away into darkness…I’m scared! )

( I feel like I’ll get swallowed as well if I don’t keep running forward. )

ー Yui keeps on running until she eventually wakes up in her room

Yui: !

*Thud*

Yui: ( Was that a dream just now…? It was terrifying, I broke a cold sweat. )

( It’s still pitch dark outside, so I’d like to sleep a bit more…Hm? )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( Is that a crow outside the window? )

( Are crows nocturnal? …No, I’m pretty sure they aren’t. )

( Then why…? )

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: ( …It’s giving me creepy vibes, so better not go take a look. )

( I don’t know whether I’ll be able to sleep, but I’ll just lie down…and wait for the morning to come. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the classroom

Female Student A: Ahーaah. Such a bummer that our society class’ excursion got cancelled. I was looking forward to visiting Kaminashi Tower.

Female Student B: Right? I can’t believe they’re expecting us to sit through this lecture instead.

Female Student A: But you know, I heard that the whole area is off limits right now, so there’s nothing we can do about it.

Female Student B: Apparently it’s because of a murder case? People were talking about how blood fell down from the sky like rain yesterday!

Female Student A: Eh? Really?

Female Student B: Yeah. My boyfriend passed by the area yesterday and he told me how the whole ground was covered in red puddles!

Female Student A: Ehー!?

Female Student B: But they didn’t cover it on the news, so it could just be someone pulling a prank.

*Ding dongー Ding dongー*

Yui: ( I can’t believe such a thing apparently happened at Kaminashi Tower. …It’s really closeby, so I’m not too thrilled about it. )

( Please let it just be some prank. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Yui: ( …I feel a little uneasy having to walk back home alone on a day like this. I’ll try to take the well-lit paths back. )

( I can’t believe that today, out of all days, everyone had some other business they needed to attend so they didn’t arrange the limousine…Oh well, guess it can’t be helped. )

ー Yui notices a new store

Yui: ( Oh? A new store has opened up over here. )

( …I suppose I can drop by for a bit now that I’m here. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( I ended up buying a little knick-knack. I wonder where I should put it in my room? )

…

( I’ve really gotten used to that room without realizing. )

( Not just my own room either. Before I knew it, that manor had become almost like my own home. …I wonder why I still go back there? )

( It’s not like I willingly chose to live there…So I wonder how much longer I’ll be able to stay? )

( I used to often ponder about that in the past but lately it has completely slipped my mind. …I’m not sure how I feel about that. )

ー Somebody runs up to her

???: Uriah!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh? …Someone grabbed my chest…! )

Kyahー!!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: W-W-What are you doing!?

Ayato: Shut up! Anyway, you’re still as flat as ever, aren’t you? I thought that maybe they would have grown a lil’ by now.

Yui: Gosh! …I lost weight because of you, you know!?

Ayato: Hehe, what’s this? Look who has a big mouth now!

Yui: ( Hahー …I suppose I just no longer have time to fret about such things because everyday is like a rollercoaster ride. )

Monologue

Even though the days are still the same,

there is one slight thing which has changed.

Actually, the Sakamaki household,

now has a new leader on the throne.

After Karlheinz-san passed away,

the one who inherited his powers…was Ayato-kun.

Apparently he has been going back and forth,

between the human and Demon World,

as part of his new title as Vampire King.

Yui: ( I mean, I don’t know what exactly that entails but…I suppose I’ll find out sooner or later. )

( I have been dubbed Eve and Ayato-kun is the most likely candidate to become Adam. )

( The two of us might get together in the future. )

( …I wonder how Ayato-kun would react if I were to say that I’m leaving the family? )

( He might not let me go. But where would I run away to anyway? )

…Haah.

Ayato: Hello? Why are you sighing up a storm?

Yui: I have those days too, you know.

Ayato: I see…Then why don’t we swing by somewhere on our way home, huh? How ‘bout we go to Kaminashi Tower after missin’ out on it earlier today?

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: The school’s excursion didn’t go through, right? I heard you actually went to attend the substitute lecture.

Yui: ( So Ayato-kun skipped deliberately… )

But apparently the visit got cancelled because something happened.

So I’m sure they won’t let us in, even if we go…

Ayato: Hehe. That only sounds even more fun! Let’s go!

*Rustle*

Yui: Eeh?

( Geez, he’s so pushy… )

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Kaminashi Tower

Ayato: The fuck? Why is it this crowded?

Yui: The incident took place only yesterday, so I’m sure these people have gathered to see what exactly is going on.

Ayato: Aah? Excuse me? That’s damn annoying.

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure we’re doing the exact same thing though… )

Ayato: Oi, move! Lemme have a look as well!

Yui: You can’t, Ayato-kun!

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Yui: ( Eh…? I feel as if there’s an odd smell in the air… )

Ayato: Hm? Something stinks. This place smells weird.

Yui: You too?

Ayato: Yeah.

Yui: ( However, it doesn’t seem like anyone else around us has noticed. …What is going on? )

( I wonder why? Rather than it being a nice fragrance, it’s actually… )

Ayato: Smells like somethin’ is rottin’.

Yui: Yeah…

( It’s an unpleasant smell which really gets in your nose. …I’m kinda feeling sick. What exactly isーー )

ー Yui recalls what her classmates were talking about

Female Student B: Apparently it’s because of a murder case? People were talking about how blood fell down from the sky like rain yesterday!

Yui: ( Don’t tell me…This is bad! )

ー Yui runs off

Ayato: Hah? Oi, Chichinashi! Where are you goin’!?

Fuck, move aside, stupid humans!

ー The scene shifts to the park

Yui: ( I have to contact the police before it turns into a big scene. )

…

( Huh? I’m pretty sure it came from this direction but…Did I just imagine it? )

ー She spots someone in the distance

Yui: ( Someone’s there. Is that…a young boy? )

( He looks sad…Could he be crying? )

( It’s dangerous for him to be out here at this time of day, so I’ll reach out. )

ー Yui walks up to him

Yui: Excuse me…Is something wrong?

???: …Good evening.

Yui: Good evening…

( Huh? He’s smiling…Were my eyes playing tricks on me earlier? )

???: So, what do you need?

Yui: Eh? Nothing in particular…I’m sorry. I’ll get going now, okay?

ー Yui tries to walk away

???: Wait.

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh?

( He grabbed my arm. Why? )

*Thud*

???: Don’t worry. You didn’t approach me out of your own free will.

I lured you out here after all.

Yui: Eh…?

*Flap flap*

*Caw caw caw*

Yui: What do you mean?

???: To spill the beans to you, I actually put a certain scent which will attract Demons on the old guy I killed yesterday.

Yui: ( Killed…? What is he talking about? )

???: Well, I say that, but it actually only works on a very specific group of individuals.

A certain someone who is qualified to become Adam, or Eve…for example?

Yui: !? Who exactly are you…?

Kino: I am Kino. Karlheinz’ Prince Zero…and the brother of the Sakamaki family.

Yui: Brother…Everyone’s?

( I’ve never heard anything about that. …Is he speaking the truth? )

ー Ayato runs up to them

Ayato: You bastard, don’t be spoutin’ bullcrap!

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Don’t run off without my permission! …Who the fuck are you?

Kino: Nice to meet you, Sakamaki Ayato-kun. I am your brother, sharing the same Father.

Ayato: Hah. As if I’d believe that.

Kino: I see. Too bad.

Ayato: Anyway, are you the one behind that stench!?

Kino: Yup, I am! After killing Uncle Richter, I had Ghouls’ flesh put on his corpse to lure the two of you out here.

I honestly didn’t think it would work this splendidly. …Fufu.

Yui: One second. Did you mention Richter-san just now…?

Kino: Yeah. He was trying to kiss my ass until the very end, he was truly a lost cause.

Yui: No way…!

( So this story about blood raining down the sky must have come from when Richter-san was murdered…! )

How could you…!

Ayato: I mean, he got killed because he’s a weakling, right? I don’t give a damn.

Why did you lure us out here?

Kino: You see…

*Snap*

*Flap flap*

Male Ghoul A: Hoh…

*Flap flap*

Male Ghoul B: There we go…

Yui: ( Eh? …The crows are changing into humans one after the other…! )

Ayato: This smell…Ghouls, huh? The fuck do you want? Go back to your graveyard already!

Kino: Ahaha! Ouch! But I wonder how long that attitude of yours will keep up? …

*Woosh*

Ayato: Heh. That won’t even leave a scratch on me!

Yui: Ayato-kun, behind you!

Male Ghoul A: !

*Cling*

Ayato: Uwah!? …Now you’ve done it.

*Woosh*

Male Ghoul B: How about this!?

*Cling*

Ayato: How many times do I have to tell you that crap won’t work!?

*Woosh*

Kino: Heeh, not bad. As to be expected of my brother. But there are still many more Ghouls left, you see?

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( No way…Crows are flocking to the area, transforming as soon as they land on the ground. )

What now, Ayato-kun…?

Ayato: I just have to kick their ass, right? You stay back!

*Woosh*

Yui: ( …I’m scared, but all I can do is pray. )

( Please let us make it out of this safe and sound…! )

*TIMESKIP*

*Woosh woosh*

Ayato: Damnit! They keep on poppin’ up no matter how many I take down…!

Yui: ( Quite some time has passed, but the situation hasn’t improved. If anything… )

Ayato: The fuck’s goin’ on…? There’s no end to them!

*Woosh*

Yui: Kyah!

( It seems as if Ayato-kun is losing control over his attacks… )

Kino: Ahaha! Seems like he’s really starting to feel it now.

Yui: Why are you doing this!?

Kino: Oh? You want me to stop?

Yui: Of course!

Kino: Sure. Honestly, I thought it was about time to wrap things up too. …!

*WOOSH*

Ayato: Guaah!!

ー Ayato collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Eh? …No way…!

( I can’t believe Ayato-kun was taken down in the blink of an eye…! )

Kino: Seize him.

Male Ghoul C: Roger.

ー Ayato is restrained

Ayato: Guh…Fuck! Lemme go!

Kino: No. …Take him away.

Male Ghoul C: …

ー Ayato is taken away

Yui: Why do you do this!?

Kino: Why, you ask? Isn’t that obvious?

ー Kino steps closer

*Rustle*

Kino: Nn…

*Smooch*

Yui: ( …!? )

Kino: To get my hands on you.

*Rustle*

Yui: What do you think you’re doing!?

*SMACK*

Kino: …? You slapped me just now, didn’t you…?

Yui: I-I mean, you caught me off guard with that…

( I can’t believe he kissed me…! )

Kino: It hurts…Fufu, I’m pretty sure this is my first time getting hit by a girl.

Yui: ( Eh? …Why is he laughing? It’s giving me the shivers… )

Kino: But you know, to hit a Prince like that…I believe a punishment is in place.

ー He steps closer

*Rustle*

Kino: I can’t take my time with you here, so why don’t we move places?

Yui: No! Let me goーー

*THUD*

Kino: Now then, show me the path to becoming Adam…Eve.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kino #diabolik lovers translation #lekinoprologue #lost eden

[geminiwritten]

flour ; bucky barnes

fandom: marvel

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: sam kisses you to save your cover on a mission, and bucky punches him... but you still don’t believe he’s in love with you?

notes: dear lord, i’m so sorry about this. i started it over a year ago, so it is probably a little disjointed, and i tried writing in present tense for some reason ??? anyway, i hope it isn’t too stupid! i’m trying really hard to get back into writing :)

word count: 5537 (i’m sorry)

“You astound me,” Natasha says, her words fed through the small radio piece tucked into your ear, “your heart rate is barely above seventy b.p.m.”

Your frown is only slight, your demeanour remaining cool and casual as the escalator descends toward the mall’s food court. Beside you, Sam has his cap pulled low on his brow and his sunglasses pushed high on his nose, one hand is resting on the handrail while the other is wrapped softly around your waist. You turn to him to feign conversation as you ask Natasha, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re in the middle of a covert mission,” she says, “possibly gone wrong and you’re still so calm, but the minute Barnes is within a twenty-foot radius your heart rate goes of the Richter.”

Heat flushes through you, blood concentrating in your cheeks and turning them an embarrassed shade of pink, “Nat, what the-”

Sam chuckles and pulls you closer to his side, “Calm down. He lost our signal between the third and fourth levels below.”

Oh. The thrumming in your chest begins to slow again and you focus on keeping your balance as you step off the escalator. Bucky wouldn’t have heard Nat’s stupid remark because he is currently waiting beneath six levels of solid concrete inside a room made entirely of metal. Assuming he hasn’t been found out and tied up, he would be silently watching the mall’s CCTV footage of you and Sam making your way through the food court.

“Meet him outside, in front of Subway,” Nat instructed, “greet him like an old friend you didn’t expect to see. He knows the drill.”

The food court was bustling. Full of hungry, impatient people waiting for their food or searching for an empty table amongst the hoards. It was an unusually busy Thursday that would hopefully work to your advantage.

Sam shot a casual glance over his shoulder, “They’re taking the outskirts; getting close.”

“Do they know who they’re looking for yet?”

He shakes his head as another voice comes through your earpieces, “Anyone copy?”

“Barnes,” Natasha replies, “welcome back.”

“I’m almost out, any complications?” he asks.

“Not yet,” Sam replies, again pretending to converse with you, “but they’re close. We’re about forty away.” Forty seconds, he means.

Bucky sounds relieved as he says, “Copy.”

Forty seconds until you’re out of this hot crowd of bodies and screaming children. Forty seconds and you could call this mission a success. Forty seconds and you will be able to slap Natasha for her stupid comment earlier.

"Are they following?” Sam asks as the two of you step out into the bright sunlight. It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, and you stumble a little as he begins to drag you across the courtyard.

“Yes,” Nat replies, “but I’m not sure they’ve clocked you yet.”

Surely these goons could wait thirty more seconds before realising that you were the couple they were looking for.

“You two look awfully suspicious,” Bucky says, obviously able to see you now.

Your heart begins to beat a little faster and you can hear the amusement in Nat’s tone, “You need to distract them, and one of you take your damn hat off.”

“Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” Sam says as he reaches for your cap.

Your hair falls loose, “What?”

“Twenty seconds,” Natasha informs.

Before you can ask why the hell Sam has stopped walking, his lips crash into yours. The arm around your waist pulls your body against his and the other presses into your back. Panic floods through you, lighting every inch of skin on fire as your brain struggles to catch up, to respond.

It’s over as soon as it begun, and Sam looks more apologetic than proud as Nat says, “Good job, Wilson.”

Your legs feel like jelly as Sam continues tugging you toward the bright green and yellow sandwich shop. Between wisps of loose hair and wandering shoppers, you spot Bucky, his maroon cap shading his face and his hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie. You count your steps as the seconds it takes to reach him, and ten later Sam releases you from his hold to greet his ‘old friend’ as Nat had instructed, but before he can even utter a word, Bucky slaps him.

-

“Are we going to unpack?” Nat asks, sitting on the foot of your bed with her legs crossed and an eager grin spread from ear to ear.

You tuck the corner of your bath towel beneath your arm to secure it as you begin ruffling your damp hair. Rain splatters the floor to ceiling windows on the far side of your room, but as usual Tony has the aircon pumping to keep the whole compound comfortably warm.

“Nothing to unpack,” you reply, “unless you’re talking about how we can do better to not be almost caught next time.”

She rolls her eyes in the reflection of your wardrobe mirror and scoffs, “yeah, okay, let’s completely ignore the fact that Sam kissed you and Bucky freaked the fuck out.”

“He was playing along, he’s a good agent.”

“Playing along?” she stands abruptly, “playing along? Are you serious?”

Heat washes through you, and you watch the colour flush to your cheeks as you finish detangling your hair.

“I know that you know what happened today,” she continues, moving in front of you and gripping your shoulders, “but I need you to acknowledge it and do something about it!”

“Do something about it?” you echo, “like what? Kiss Steve and see what he does?”

Her expression morphs into something from the pits of hell, a devilish grin revealing almost all of her teeth and lighting her eyes with a fire you know all too well.

“No!” you exclaim, stumbling several steps back, “absolutely no way, not in a million years! Natalia Alianova Romanova, wipe that stupid smirk off your face right now!”

“It doesn’t have to be Steve!”

“I was joking!” you turn and drop your towel to replace it with a t-shirt and pyjama shorts, “and it was a dumb joke, I’m not kissing another member of this team. Ever!”

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts your rant, and standing in the slightly ajar door of your room is Bucky. His cheeks are red and his lips frozen mid-word.

Natasha beams at him, “Barnes, how lovely of you to join us.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze and gluing his eyes to Nat, “the door was open, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You didn’t,” you say quickly, “we were just-”

“Tony said pizzas are here,” he turns on his heel, a thought still clearly unsaid as he rushes away from your room.

You groan into the material of your sweater as you pull it on, “oh, fuck me.”

Nat giggles, “you should have opened with that, he probably would have.”

Using the sleeve of your oversized sweater, you swat at her until she hurries out the door in front of you.

Upstairs, the whole loungeroom smells like cheese and slightly burnt dough, and your stomach grumbles in protest to its emptiness. Bucky is the first person you find, as usual, squashed between Clint and Steve on the loveseat while Wanda sprawls across the larger lounge, her legs resting across Sam’s lap.

“How are you feeling?” you ask her, leaning over the back of the couch.

“Like death,” she grumbles, “I can’t even eat pizza.”

Her face is pale, the circles beneath her eyes several shades too dark, and her forehead is glistening with sweat. Bruce had assured everyone that it was only food poisoning from a three-day old enchilada that Sam left in the fridge without warning anyone of its age, but Tony was still keeping a five-foot distance in fear of ruining his weekend by being hunched over the toilet bowl.

“At least your retaining fluids now,” Nat comforts as she offers her a fresh ice pack.

Conversation is scarce as most of the team eats their weight in pizza, and very little is left by the time Peter skips through the doors having just finished his Thursday afternoon decathlon meeting.

“So,” the kid says as he plops beside you on the floor, “how was today? Fill me in.”

You can feel Natasha’s searing stare as you reply, “it was fine, a little too close for comfort but we pulled through.”

Peter sighs dramatically, “don’t be boring, I want all the details.”

“You heard him, Y/N,” Tony pipes in from the kitchen table, “all of the details.”

His eyes light up at that, “holy shit, what happened?”

“Language,” Steve mumbles, to no one’s acknowledgment.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, “we were in a tight spot, almost caught, Sam kissed me to distract the goons and that’s all. Like I said, it was a fine mission.”

“Sam kissed you!” Peter exclaims, and you want to slap the kid for looking immediately toward Bucky.

Nat, sensing the rising tension and deciding to capitalise on it, giggles, “and then Barnes punched him.”

At the same time Peter exclaims, “oh, my God!” Bucky rises from his seat, drops an almost-empty pizza box on the coffee table, and stomps into the kitchen sink to begin aggressively washing his plate.

“It was a good distraction,” you insist, “they lost all suspicion with us, and he did not punch Sam.”

“Felt like a punch,” Sam grumbles before noticing your glare and stuffing half a piece of pizza in his mouth.

A moment of awkward silence passes before Wanda groans about the gurgling of her stomach and Natasha rushes to find a bucket and towel. Sam begins collecting empty pizza boxes and Bucky continues to wash each plate as they are placed on the bench beside the sink. You make sure that you’re the last to approach him, holding on to your plate as you bounce on the balls of your feet.

“Thanks for cleaning up,” you say, “and I’m sorry about… all that.”

He doesn’t respond, a lock of hair falling from behind his ear as he scrubs another dish.

“And sorry about before, in my room, Nat was just-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts you, splashing soapy water onto the floor as he takes your plate from you.

You hesitate for a moment more, wanting to say something, diffuse the tension, but the link between your brain and your mouth is numb. Instead, you smile weakly at the side of his face before departing, out of the kitchen and lounge room, right through the doors into the corridor.

Back in your room, you yank your curtains closed and flip off all the lights. The LED light from the television above your bed floods the space with pale illumination, casting long and ominous shadows from your furniture. Despite the volume of Kill Bill Vol. 2 playing unnecessarily loud, you can still hear the splatter of rain outside and the knock at your door that comes almost an hour into the film.

“Come in,” you call, and the house’s AI unlatches the door for your guest.

Sam shuffles in, his eyes blinking to adjust to the dimness, “hey cheery, why the teenage moodiness?”

You shrug, “sometimes you need to be moody.”

He rolls his eyes and sits on the foot of your bed, watching a moment of the movie before turning to face you, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry. It was stupid, and I know Barnes likes you, so I don’t know what I was expecting.”

You sit up and pause the film, thankful for the lack of light so that Sam can’t see the redness colouring your cheeks. “You don’t have to apologise,” you say, “Bucky was… I don’t know what he was thinking, maybe something in the basement triggered him, but you don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

His expression rolls through a series of emotions, beginning with scepticism and then confusion, and a couple more that you can’t read before eventually landing on pity. “You really don’t believe us, do you?” he asks.

“Can you stop looking at me like that?” you sink back into your collection of pillows, “it makes me feel pathetic.”

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly, “but seriously, you don’t believe us? Was that not an obvious enough display? He is clearly obsessed with you, and I thought you were to, so I convinced him to talk to you this afternoon, but then he came upstairs going on about something he heard, and-”

You sit up again, your head protesting with a dull ache as you interrupt Sam’s rambling, “what did he hear?”

He stops to think for half a second before replying, “you said something to Natasha about never kissing another member of this team… ever?”

It takes you longer than half a second to figure it out and remember why you would say something like that, but then you recall Nat’s wicked smile at the thought of you kissing Steve and the conversation restores itself in your mind.

“Oh, my God,” you sigh, “I did say that but I didn’t mean Bucky, of course I would kiss Bucky. Damn it,” you dig your fists into the featherdown quilt surrounding you.

“Well,” Sam chuckles, “maybe you should tell him that, because he does like you, a lot.”

He presses play on the movie before bidding you goodnight and calling for your bedroom door to be locked once he’s left. You can’t focus on the rest of the movie, too annoyed at yourself for saying something so ridiculous, and too frustrated with Bucky for believing it. Sleep evades you until 2AM, when you begin to dream up embarrassing scenarios in which Bucky rejects you in the most hurtful ways possible. You wake covered in sweat and your chest aching with tension, as if you’d been holding your breath from the moment you fell asleep.

It's only 7AM when you roll out of bed, sliding your legs into a pair of tights and tiredly pulling a clean sweatshirt over your head. You don’t worry about checking your reflection before stumbling out the door with one sneaker on and the other in your hand, your intentions set on the gym.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Tony announces, startling you around the first corner you turn, “you’re just the person I was looking for, actually.”

You fight a yawn as you say, “what do you need?”

“Flour,” he replies, “and eggs, and some other things. The usual order didn’t go through because someone forgot to confirm it, and Barton wants to cook for everyone tonight, so I thought it’d be easier if one of us goes to the store.”

“Okay, first of all,” you can’t fight the second yawn, “the person who forgot to confirm the order was you, Steve reminded you five times, and secondly, why do I have to go to the store?”

“Because, sunshine,” his phone interrupts with a bleep, “I have a very important meeting about next week’s mission and it won’t be just you, Barnes already has the list and is bringing one of the cars up from the basement.”

Your pulse starts to race and you suddenly feel very awake, “Tony, I-”

“I’ll owe you, big time,” his phone chimes again, “please?”

You curse at the little angel on your shoulder winning the war on your conscience, “fine, but you owe me!”

He grins, and that warmth almost makes the next hour of torture worth it. He can’t ignore the noises from his phone anymore and presses it to his ear before turning on his heel and marching back to his office.

Alone in the corridor, you huff and stomp your foot, debating whether or not it’d be worth waking Nat or Wanda up to come with you or better yet, go in your place. Eventually you drag your feet through the compound and down to the ground floor where you find a black car with dark windows waiting just outside the garage entrance.

“Hey,” you say as you open the passenger door.

He looks startled as he mutters, “good morning.”

“Tony said you have the list?” you avoid his gaze, focusing on your shaky hands as you buckle the belt around you.

“Uh, yeah,” the car rumbles to life, “sorry, I just- Tony said he’d send Steve down.”

“Oh,” you finally look at him, revelling in the delicious sound of his morning voice, “I’m sorry, I don’t have to-”

“No,” he says quickly, “I want you to come.”

The car lurches forward before you can reply, and butterflies burst to life in your stomach. The radio is low and you both remain silent for most of the drive, but it isn’t awkward. You’re perfectly happy watching him drive, his hand wrapped around the steering wheel, eyes focused forward, and the way every muscle in his body seems to flex when he changes gears. You were a little disappointed when he finally parked.

“Have you been here before?” he asks, drawing your gaze from his hands to his face.

“As in a grocery store?”

He chuckles, the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard, “as in, this store in particular.”

“Oh,” you fumble with your seat belt, “no, but they’re all the same layout, right?”

You want the image of his smile burnt into your brain forever, but he turns away too quickly and shuts the door before you can even blink.

The store is fairly empty, and there are no people to dodge as you choose a trolley and begin down the first aisle of bread and baked foods. You hold the list and try desperately to focus on the items, but the way Bucky looks in his sweatpants and messy bun pushing a trolley and gazing at foods with glazed eyes. It’s too much.

You clear your throat, “so, we need flour, eggs, chicken-”

“Angel cakes,” he says, picking up a packet of sliced pink and white cakes, “do you like these?”

You nod, “I do, they’re really tasty.”

The way his eyes dip to your lips makes your heart flutter, and he does it twice more before swallowing thickly and tossing two packets of the cakes into the trolley. You continue along with occasional conversation, checking off the list while Bucky adds extra items after confirming that you like them. In the very last aisle of the store, you realise you’d forgotten the flour, but you’re not too annoyed about it because you’d be lying if you said you weren’t upset at the thought of your time with Bucky being over.

“Aisle seven,” you say, guiding the trolley around a corner, “flour, and then we’re done.”

“What is Barton even cooking?” he asks, watching you as you scan the shelves for the exact brand of flour that was on the list.

“Chicken tacos, I think,” you find the flour on the top shelf, “he makes homemade tortillas, it’s pretty good.”

You put the list down on top of the rest of the groceries and pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt up before placing one foot on the bottom shelf of the aisle.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks.

“Flour,” you point to the top shelf before gripping the one in front of you and hoisting your second foot off the floor.

Once you find your balance, you let go with your right hand and stretch up to reach to the very top. It remains only slightly out of reach, so you hike your foot to the second shelf and reach a little further. Your fingers brush the paper package, and you stretch a little further to try and wrap them around it. Just as you think you’ve managed, the three-pound pack topples forward, and you yelp and leap back to avoid it smacking into your face. Your shoes smack the linoleum floor but not before the flour; its contents burst in a white cloud and the powdery stuff causes your left foot to slip from under you. You keep falling backward until your butt hits the floor.

“Y/N!” Bucky exclaims, already on his knees in front of you.

The flour is already all over his black sweats, the cloud slowly dissipating between you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “that was stupid.”

His worry turns into a breathtaking grin as soon as he realises you’re okay, “it was a little bit stupid; you could have just asked.”

“I’m sorry,” you wipe the back of your hand across your cheek, finding a layer of flour there too.

“Don’t apologise,” he wraps his hands around yours to help you up, “but for the record, you can ask me anything.”

“Anything?” you echo, your heart racing when neither of you let go.

His pale eyes are glued to you, his body close enough for you to feel its heat and you can swear he’s leaning even closer. Warmth floods every inch of your skin, and your heart just about stops when you watch his tongue swipe across his bottom lip, but just as you find the courage to close the distance between your mouth and his, your phone rings.

The both of you startled backward and you fumble to find the phone in your sweatshirt pocket. “Hello?” you can’t help the irritated tone in which you answer.

“Hey!” Nat’s voice comes through, “where are you?”

“The grocery store.”

“Oh, what for?”

“Stuff.”

The phone line goes silent for a second, before Nat gasps, “oh, my God, is that where Bucky is too? What the hell are you two at the store for?”

“Tony asked,” you mutter, “we’re on our way home anyway. See you soon.” You tuck your phone back into your pocket and notice that Bucky has taken several steps away from you. “Sorry,” you say, “we should go.”

You begin pushing the trolley down the aisle while ruffling your hair to rid it of flour and a few people look at you strangely as you approach the check out. The guy behind the register is cute, and though you don’t particularly care what he thinks, you realise then that you’ve been shopping with Bucky for two hours in your grossest clothes without having even looked in a mirror.

“You’ve got a little something on your face,” the guy says, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth.

You laugh through your nose and a small puff of flour comes out, “you should see the other guy.”

He chuckles and begins scanning your items, “aisle seven?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “sorry, I can be a little clumsy.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything,” he opens another fifteen-cent bag, “but since I will probably be the one mopping it up, you could give me your number as compensation?”

Bucky appears beside you, but you still can’t look at him. “Would you believe me if I said I honestly don’t know my own number by heart?” you say to the cashier.

He laughs again, “I don’t believe a gorgeous girl like you would lie, so yes, I believe you.”

You smile and step to the side to begin loading the bags back into the trolley. When he finally finishes, Bucky pays, and the cashier hands you a receipt with a number scrawled across the bottom next to ‘Dennis xx’.

“Thanks,” you mumble, unable to think of anything else.

Bucky is already out the door with the groceries, and you have to hurry to catch up to him at the car where he has already loaded all the bags into the trunk. “Sorry about that,” you say.

“About what?” he asks, looking at the piece of paper in your hand, “is that the receipt?”

You nod, and he takes it from you, inspecting it quickly before tearing into six pieces and shoving it into his pocket without another word. He is already in the car before you can fully realise what happened, and your stomach takes a nose-dive as the butterflies that were inside of it lurch up into your chest with a renewed, burning passion.

Once you’re both buckled in the car, he all but races out of the carpark, eager to put as much distance between you and that store clerk as possible. His gaze is hard and unmoving from the road ahead, but you can’t help your own as you watch him drive, his movements more jarring than before. Most of the trip is silent except for the soft murmur of the radio, and you spend the entire time trying to think of something to say that isn’t lame but before you can get beyond the idea of an apology, the car slows to a stop inside the dimly lit garage of the compound.

Neither of you move to leave the car, but Bucky turns to you in his seat, “I’m sorry about before, about that cashier’s number, if you-”

“Flour!” you exclaim, the traces of white powdering Bucky’s stubble remind you that while you did find the flour, you never actually put a packet in the trolley.

“Oh, crap,” he says, though a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“What?”

“Well,” he chuckles, “we could just shake out your clothes?”

You roll your eyes but a smile breaks across your face nonetheless, “I’m sure Clint will love that.”

Silence hangs once again, but this time its more comfortable. After a long sigh, you click the button on your belt buckle and exit the car, Bucky mimicking you on the other side of the black sedan. You meet each other at the back of the car, and you hesitate when his hand beats yours to the boot handle. The door wheezes softly as it opens, but Bucky’s eyes are still fixed on yours, and you don’t dare look away.

“Did you want the store clerk’s number?” he asks, “so you can call him.”

You shake your head as you reply, “no.”

“Good,” he finally releases you from his gaze and turns to the bags sitting in the boot.

“What does that mean?” the words come out of your mouth before you’ve even convinced yourself to say them.

He pauses before releasing the bags and facing you again, “it means, I’m glad you have higher standards than that.”

“Oh,” blood warms your cheeks and you look down at your fingers as you nervously play with the hem of your shirt.

He clears his throat before continuing, “and if those higher standards are met by Sam or-or Steve, then I am happy for you and wish nothing but the best for-”

“Sam or Steve?” you interrupt, “Buck, Sam only kissed me to save the mission and, in all honesty, save me, and Steve? Why would you even say that?”

“Because you two are so close, I mean…” he gestures to your torso, and you look down. Beneath all the flour, you recognise the Brooklyn sweater you’d pulled on this morning, Steve’s Brooklyn sweater.

“Bucky, I stole this from Steve months ago,” you say, “I was too lazy to go buy a sweater and as if this would fit across Steve’s shoulders; he didn’t want it.”

“Oh,” is all he can manage.

Your own thoughts are still racing though, and you frown when you connect the last dot, “is that what you heard from my room yesterday? Me saying that I should kiss Steve.”

You can swear that beneath all the flour and stubble, his cheeks are turning pink, “maybe.”

“Oh, my God,” you sigh, bracing yourself on the car, “Buck, I love you but you’re an idiot.”

The stagnant silence of the concrete basement envelops you both, the only sound being a distant drip of water from one of the pipes running along the roof. Nausea settles in your stomach, starting slow as it churns and twists until it feels like a whirlpool of butterflies and stomach acid is about to launch up your oesophagus. The blood rushing to your head starts to pulse in the corners of your vision and sweat breaks out across the back of your neck as your fight or flight instincts begin an internal war.

“You love me?” Bucky asks after what felt like an eternity.

You nod, “I love everyone in the team.”

He takes a step, closing the distance between your bodies, “do you love me like you love the others?”

You shake your head, “no.”

“Tell me how you love me,” he says, and the slightest tone of dominance makes your knees weak.

“I love-” your voice shakes, every nerve in your body a live wire of anxiety and anticipation, “I love you like… like I need you.”

He smirks, his face inches from yours, “come on, doll, you can do better than that.”

You look up at him through your lashes, “like I might fall out of this universe without you.”

He chuckles, “Lame, but better.”

Your nerves snap and you giggle, “do you enjoy torturing me?”

He closes all distance between the two of you, pressing his body against yours and cupping your face between his hands, “not nearly as much as I’m going to enjoy torturing you later.”

He catches your gasp with his lips, slipping his tongue between yours as his fingers slip into your hair. A soft moan escapes between your mouths, and you grasp at whatever you can, your fingers hooking the hem of his hoodie to hold him against you. The burning in your chest explodes into a full blown fire, Bucky’s heat feeding the flames as they steal every ounce of oxygen from you. Only when your head starts to spin and visions dance behind your eyes do you pull away.

Bucky’s lips are swollen and his face flushed, his pupils blown wide with an emotion that sends wet heat rushing to the apex of your thighs. You swallow thickly, “we should go upstairs.”

He nods, “the sooner, the better.”

“The sooner we face Barton, the sooner we can hide in your room,” you say, feigning an innocent smile as you load a grocery bag onto each arm.

Bucky grins, “how long do you think it’ll take him to get over it, a week?”

“At least,” you reply, “I think we should hide for a month, just to be safe.”

“Good idea,” he says, winking and causing your knees to buckle as you step into the elevator.

The grocery bags are the only things stopping either of you from attacking each other on the way up, making it feel like an age before the doors finally open into the main corridor of the top floor. The automatic doors to the lounge room slide apart as you approach them, and they reveal almost the whole team waiting around the television.

“Took you long enough,” Tony says, “have neither of you been to a grocery store before?”

Despite your whole body shaking with energy, you can’t find the wit nor the effort to retort, and neither can Bucky.

“What the hell happened to you?” Nat asks as she steps into the kitchen.

“Flour,” you reply, as if that is all the explanation needed, “and speaking of…”

Most of the team has risen from their respective spots on the couch and crowded around the kitchen, Steve even beginning to unload one of the grocery bags on the counter.

“After I dropped a three-pound bag on myself and made a huge mess,” you continue, “we forgot to actually buy some.”

Steve has taken full control of the groceries, allowing you and Bucky to step back toward the doors. Natasha laughs first, Sam following closely before the rest of the team seem to catch on to whatever joke you were not aware of.

“It’s okay,” Clint says between giggles, “I can see you got a little distracted.”

You frown and turn to Bucky, whose cheeks are brighter than the tomatoes Steve is holding as he stares down at the front of his hoodie. Outlined in white flour against the black material is the unmistakeable print of a woman’s body.

“Oh,” you can’t hold back a giggle despite the warm hue of embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

Bucky clears his throat, “you know what, I think I need to take a shower,” he turns to you, “and so do you.”

“Gross,” Tony says, the first to turn away from the group.

Nat winks just in time for you to see before Bucky wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you back out into the corridor. He stops abruptly as soon as the doors slide closed and backs you up against the nearest wall, trapping you with his body as his mouth crashes against yours. This kiss is different than the last; hotter, hungrier, and all tongue and teeth. His metal hand digs into your hip as he holds you against the wall with just enough pressure to leave delicious bruises on your skin.

“I think,” he speaks between kisses and ragged breaths, “we’re going to… have to… take the week off.”

Your eyes lock with his when he hesitates, waiting for your confirmation, and you can already see a glimmer of panic in his blue gaze.

You kiss him again before saying, “maybe a month, just to be safe.”

END.

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