#nothing better to keep them on the right side than by using their own emotions & ambitions against them
Yandere! Supernatural Harem
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’
A/N: This idea was inspired by a Reddit prompt.
Ever since you were little, you’ve always attracted unwanted attention from supernatural creatures. You were like a magnet, a special enigma that only certain entities were aware of. Werewolves would try to take you to their dens, sirens would always try to lull you towards the sea with their voices, fairies would try to guide you to their forbidden forests. The list could go on and on.
Mythological creatures thought to be made up scary bedtime stories would always line up outside your door. It didn’t matter how old you were. Childhood memories consisted of these monsters trying to kidnap and force an adoption upon you. Teenage/adult years consisted of marriage proposals and courtship. No matter where you were, there was always a stalker up your trail following you.
Having friends was basically impossible. Every interaction you’ve had with another person has always ended up badly for them. Whether they be mutilated beyond recognition or become a seeping liquid you knew better then to go out and make friends. Thankfully, you’re family was never harmed by this ordeal and you moved as far away from them as possible to keep them safe.
Currently, you have a dilemma on your hands and right now it’s because of a certain Naga.
“Do you like my skin?” He asked in a tense voice. As he stands before you with his long serpent tail wagging through the air like a dog.
“It’s very pretty” You knew better than this. You felt like an absolute fool for picking up his shedded skin. Honestly, you should have just ignore it and went on with your day as if nothing was there.
“I’m so happy you think that way. If you like it that much let’s get married and I can give you as much as your pretty little heart desires. I’m so happy I decided to approach you. It took me months of prepping and working my skin to make sure that it shined brightly when it came off”
“It’s happening again,” you thought. Interactions like this happen on a daily basis. It would be strange not to see one marriage proposal a day from these guys. No matter what you did or how much you changed your appearance, these guys would always come back with eyes filled with love. Everyone of those supernatural creatures had their own unique version of courting and expressing their love.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t think I’m ready for marriage”
“You don’t have to be, as long as you come back with me I’ll make sure to treat you right and absolutely worship you. Being in your presence and being the only thing to brace your eyes is enough for me.
“I need some time to think about this, my emotions are still unclear”
“I understand this concern of yours and shall agree to give some time to ponder about this. However, I shall be coming back within a month's time and if you are still unsure I will take you back with me whether you like it or not” The naga states as slithers out of your yard and back into the forest.
The day just started and you were already exhausted. It honestly did not matter if he came back or not because, as said before, at least one supernatural creature was at your side. When he comes back, there would most likely be a bloodthirsty fight between two entities and you were sure as hell not going to get in the way by stopping the fight.
Well, there’s no use in moping around might as well just go back inside to make dinner for yourself. Walking towards your kitchen you go to pick up some food but before you could everything in your house was being knocked over.
“Seriously, again?!” You were honestly getting so sick of this. Your ghost admirer seemed to have barged into your home and was making a mess of it.
“If you’re going to stay here you might as well help me cook dinner” Honestly, the audacity of this man has you appalled. Out of all your obsessive admirers, the ghosts were definitely the most annoying. Every single day they always barge into your home and there’s nothing you can do about it because they can quite literally go through your walls.
“I’ll do it but only if you call me husband” he says lovingly as he starts to make his form appear visible to your eyes.
“Please, husband” And just like that, ingredients start to fly through the air. Hey, I mean who are you to deny free labor. If they're always going to make an appearance in your life might as well just make them useful.
After dinner, you decided to take a long needed bubble bath. Sometimes you wonder what life would be like if you were just a normal and average person. It didn’t really even matter anyways, it’s not like those wishes would ever become a reality.
Moving your way out of the bathroom you start to make your way to bed. As you lay there your eyes begin to droop and sleep begin to succumb to you.
It would have been a peaceful scene had it not been for the vampire staring at you through your window…
Pt.2
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Taking a Chance
I want more TaliaxDanny stuff so how about this AU. Its mostly HEAVILY hinted though.
[Side note: Danny is in his 20s, maybe mid 20s btw, also enjoy my actual writing style, haven't done this in a while besides some small snippets I write]
Talia discovers the future plans Ra's has for her baby, her heir, her child. She is hurt and enraged because "How dare he! How dare he raise my son to be a sacrificial lamb just to extend his own life!" And the fact he had no plans to truly step down from being the Demon Head. (Basically the timeline where Ra's planned to overtake Damain's body)
-x-x-
Talia stared, her green eyes almost glowing toward the sleeping form of her son on her bed. Her eyes roamed his tiny face, the way he lightly dozed the day away unknowingly of the danger that had set in stone for him. Yes, being not just her son but the son of the Bat and the grandson of the Demon Head he was always going to be in danger but never had she really thought the danger would come from the very person who just declared him his heir. At least not in the way its been presented.
Talia had just discovered the fate her father, Ra's al Ghul, the same man that had held Damian not even a day ago and spoke of the future he could see Damian bring to the League once he was of age and would lead it, had actually planned for her son.
He planned on using her son, raising him to be the perfect heir.... to... to...
Use him as a vessel in the end.
He planned to leave his old decaying body, a body that was beginning to no longer respond to the Lazarus Pits as of late, and basically jump ship to a younger and better body...
The body of her son. The son she created and craved to have and raise. The son she made with her beloved's blood running in his veins.
Despite how enraged she is' Talia knows she can't confront her father. He would kill her... no he would torture her by hurting her baby to the point death would be a mercy if she tried. She also knows she can't go running to Bruce, she had burned the bridge to him ages ago when she refused to leave her father and his teachings and knows he would rip Damian away from her should she tell him what she did. He would, under the guise of protecting their child gain sole custody from Talia, set up next to nothing visitation rights for her to follow. He would say it would be to protect Damian from Ra's but Talia knows Bruce, knows he would use it as a half-excuse just to keep her away... but Talia wants to be in her child's life. Wants to raise him. Wants to be his mother, despite knowing next to nothing on how to be an actual normal mother, she wanted to try. She needed to try.
Running away was also out of the question, especially since Damian had been declared her father 'heir'. He would hunt them down and there was no where in this world she could hide that her father could not find them...
And-
Talia barely gives any warning when she flings the knife behind her. She waited for only a second, either to hear the ting of metal being blocked or the sound of it burying itself onto the wooden door she knew was in its pathway.
Instead she heard neither of those things and instead heard the ticking of a grandfather clock and a deep chuckle.
"As expected from the daughter of the Demon. Sharp and deadly with no hesitation in sight."
"Who are you." It was not a question but a demand. She slowly turned her head and was meet with an odd sight that even the daughter of the Demon has never seen before.
"At most.. an ally to have. At worst, merely a passing stranger with an offer."
The ticking never stopped.
Everything else outside the room though did.
-x-x-
Danny stared, his currently green eyes burning even more brightly than they normally do. Many emotions passed through them, anger, frustration, pain, sadness, regret, heartbreak, and hopelessness to name a few.
He stared at the tiny sleeping face within the healing pod in front of him and closed his eyes as memories of spending time with the one sleeping filled his mind.
"My King." A voice began, Danny's sharp pointed ears twitch for a moment and he turned his head slightly but it was all the speaker needed to know that they had his attention even if he didn't give them his full attention.
"I bring the updated reports from Chief Frostbite you requested." The young yeti ghost said, this had Danny finally turning around and looking upwards and towards the young yeti, who was smaller than Frostbite but none the less bigger than Danny. Danny held his hand out and took the stack of papers in their hands.
Once the papers were in his hands he gave a curt wave of his fingers as if to say 'go on' without actually saying the words and turned his attention to the words on the papers. The young yeti, Icewinds took the signal and began.
"Princess Danielle's core has remained the same since the last check up. No major sign of deteriorating or destabilizing... However that also means there have been no signs of improvement or healing as well..." Icewinds stopped for a moment, allowing their King to register the words being spoken "We will continue to monitor her as best as we can but... My King..."
Icewinds took a deep breath and delivered the news everyone already knew "Without a female donor to complete her Ecto-DNA, should the Princess suffers from another Fading even a minor one, I fear it might be too much for her core and with her current body form it will not be able to withstand the stress... I'm truly sorry My King."
The room fell silent, the only real sounds being the monitors in the room and sound of rustling papers in Danny's hands, who was staring blankly at the words written on them but not really taking them in.
After a moment, Icewinds shifting uncomfortably for a second, Danny spoke his voice raw but strong and firm "I understand. Please inform Frostbite I am... grateful for his, yours, and everyone's continued support and everything everyone's has done to help her... If you do not mind Icewinds, I would... Like to be alone for a while and think... For a moment."
"O-Of course My King." And with that Icewinds left the room, Danny barely taking not of the door closing and his enhanced hearing picking up the hushed soft words being spoken to the Knights that stood outside the room of Danny's request of being left alone for a while.
Once the talking outside the room faded, Danny tilted his body and head back on the chair he had been sitting in for the last few days and allowed the papers he had his hands to fall out and onto the floor. Danny took in a shaky breath and closed his burning eyes as he tried to keep his core emotions in control, knowing if he lost control the Realms would echo him and would panic or worry his people.
And he couldn't deal with that. Not now.
"Clockwork, whatever timeline you are trying to set in motion, I hope it pans out soon." Danny rasped out as he tried his best to keep himself from falling apart. Losing Danielle, losing the girl that was his clone, his mirror, but also was like a sister... daughter sometimes would break him, harshly and deeply.
He knew his advisor and resident Timekeeper had something in the works, the way the aging spirit had looked at him before he left was telling when the news of Danielle's suffering from another Fading attack and Frostbite having to perform a Core Transform nearly last second, which in turn turned her into a baby from how close she was to fully Fading, had been delivered to Danny and the others.
But despite knowing Clockwork had a plan, Danny knew that smile he had before he had left. It had been Clockwork's 'Have hope, but even I am unsure.' smile, a rare one the Timekeeper would wear when even he didn't know which way the pendulum of chance would swing first.
So he did the only thing he could do for now, and that was to remain in the room with Danielle, keep her stabilized as best as he could with his own ectoplasim flowing, and wait to see if whatever Clockwork had planned would work out.
Waiting, even with all he's done in his life from becoming a Halfa, to defending his home and haunt, from fighting off insane Fruitloops to dismantling government bigots until there was nothing left of them, all the way to fighting a tyrannicidal Ghost King to the point Danny had won the crown by Trail by Combat thus taking up the mantle of Ghost King of the Infinite Realms since his seventeenth birthday and bringing the Infinite Realms into a new age of healing the broken crumbling lands and ruling over all justly but firmly, waiting was all he could do for Danielle.
And the waiting. The stress. Was agonizing.
Because what they needed was...
Was a miracle if Danny was to be honest. They needed a female, a donor in all sense of the words, to complete Danielle's incomplete Ecto-DNA, because of course that damned Fruitloop tried skipping steps in creating a clone of Danny and it was no wonder he had failed so many times with only Danielle the most stable of them all and given the fact she still wasn't was damning, but they couldn't just have any female donate their DNA to her.
No the DNA needed the donor to at least be limenal, thus turning the DNA into Ecto-DNA because Danielle was created to be a halfa... The only problem was that the person in question needed to be Jazz level of limenal Ecto-DNA as well.
Meaning that despite both Sam and Val offering their Ecto-DNA from the years of being exposed to the Realms and Ectoplasim theirs wasn't enough to work with Danielle's. Jazz's Ecto-DNA was off the table seeing as she was his sister and mixing it with Danielle's would just lead to problems.
No they needed someone who was born near or in ectoplasm, breathed it, ate or at least filtered it, grew with it for years like Jazz and Danny did, basically the person in question just needed one odd day of dying and returning to life at the same time to becoming a halfa levels of limenal. Only those high levels could complete and combined with Danielle's.
Which given the fact only Jazz had those levels, finding someone near those levels was like looking for needle in space, because forget the haystack.
"....You've returned." Was the only words Danny said when his ears caught the sound of a ticking clock suddenly in the room, his anxiety raising as both dread and a tiny slimmer of hope both slowly climb up in his emotions, knowing whatever answer Clockwork would give him would outweigh the other.
"On time, as always My King." His cryptic Timekeeper responded "I bring... a chance."
Those words were enough to snap Danny out of his chair, he quickly looked towards where Clockwork's voice had been coming from and floated. His eyes burning with determination for a moment before he caught sight of movement behind Clockwork.
Behind the ever changing being stood a breathtaking woman. Tall and proud from the way she held herself, she looked a few years older than him but Danny could sense she was far older her soul not really matching her body. She was lovely to look at no doubt but deadly, very deadly and that was something else Danny could sense after all he was the Ghost King.
And she wasn't alone for in her arms was a baby, roughly the same age that Danielle had been de-aged to as well.
Danny blinked at them when he noticed something.
She...
She was limenal.
Very limenal. Even more limenal than Jazz.
In fact both of them were.
"I would like you to meet Lady Talia al Ghul and her son Damian, My King." Clockwork said as he gave a tiny bow towards the woman who stepped forward, a frown on her face she took in Danny's features and her eyes darting towards Danielle's healing pod for a moment, Danny could see she was tensed and a little weary from no doubt everything so far.
".... Welcome Lady Talia to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." Danny greeted, his many years of training with other royalties coming forward as second nature now, he wasn't some normal teen from the middle of the Mid-West after all. "Has Clockwork told you the reasoning as to why you have been... chosen?"
He honestly would put it past Clockwork to be cryptic about the reasoning, but he hoped he hadn't because Danny really didn't want to explain the importance of it all and why they needed to hurry. And judging by the roll of his eyes Clockwork knew what Danny had been meaning as well.
"Yes King Phantom" Talia spoke, her voice rich and silky that sent a tiny shiver up Danny's spine from the sound "You need my DNA to help heal your clone. Should it be successful however it will change her from being merely a clone to instead into becoming yours and mine daughter."
"Correct." Was Danny's response, short and to the point. He needed her answer now if they wanted to save even a fragment of Danielle's core.
The room fell silent again, each them of taking a moment to think.
But eventually Talia spoke. Her voice steady and strong.
"I will offer my aid to you and yours... But only if you swear to both me and my son that we will be given sanctuary from my father and any who dares harm us for the blood that runs in our veins."
Danny only had one answer to that as his eyes caught hers.
Because despite being the Ghost King Phantom nowadays. He had once been Danny Phantom whose core started as a protector spirit and could sense the honestly of needing safety in her words.
"Yes."
-x-x-
Clockwork watched and smiled at the two adults in the room as they continued to stare at each other.
He knew he had been cutting it close, waiting for Talia to be at the ends of ropes and needing a chance to finally leave her deadly and abusive father without the toxic strings attached her ex would tie around her under the guise of safety for their son.
Turning his attention away from the two as they began to speak terms, Clockwork cast his gaze towards an window in the room and stared out of it, smile still on his face as glimpses of the rare future he saw slowly rose up more frequently.
Danny and Talia slowly and surely working together to raise not just Danielle, or rather Ellie as they renamed her since she was no longer a clone of Danny, but also Damian together. Passing them off as twins to those outside the Realms or Amity Park.
Talia learning to release the toxic love she had towards Bruce Wayne, and understand if someone truly loved you for you, they would demand sudden change from the only way of life one knows. That since she was no longer the thumb of her father she could finally be free to be herself.
Danny learning that despite being crowned so early in his life, that the weight of the crown didn't need to be carried alone. Sure he had his friends and family but Danny needed someone, someone who understood the weight of the feeling of needing to wear it head held high. And who better to help teach that than the woman who had to carry the name Daughter of the Demon Head herself.
The two growing closer and closer. Until fondness changed and shifted into more. As they raised the two infants with laughter and joy and love.
Ellie getting a kiss from Talia on the forehead when she had a nightmare and seeked her mother out for comfort. Toddler Damian riding Cujo around the castle as he copied Fright Knight after watching him ride off, Danny floating right by him making sure he didn't fall off. Ellie learning how to fight not just from her mother but from her idol Pandora. Damian learning to identify the stars and their names from the man he saw, and later wished was, his father. Ellie and Damian building pillow forts in the library and reading all manners of stories to each other. Danny and Talia holding their tiny hands as they took them to their first day of school within Amity Park their joyful laughter bringing soft smiles on their parents faces.
Danny holding a crying Talia as she explained the things she had been taught and forced to learn by the orders of her father in the dead of night. Doing his best to calm her down as he had been taught by Jazz ages ago.
Talia standing tall and firm when the Observants tried to undermined a order, no a law Danny had set in motion that had upset the eyeballs badly. How she gathered evidence of their attempts to go against it and how they were nothing but traitors towards their King and couldn't weasel themselves out of it this time.
Clockwork smiled warmly when he caught sight of one more glimpse of this future timeline.
Talia dressed beautifully, a crown made of stars and black jewels on her head. Her son dancing with her as firm as he could but his little tongue peeking out of his mouth as he concentrated on his steps and was dressed like a tiny prince complete with a tiny crown of stars on his head as well, Talia's face held a tiny smile of love watching him try his hardest to dance correctly with her. Joyful squeals of laughter rang out as King Phantom twirled with Ellie, who was dressed like a true princess, in his arms.
Around them in the ballroom the citizens of Realms laughed, joyfully danced, sang, ate, or merely watched. For the first time in many, many years the Realms felt... Complete. Whole. Happy.
A true wonderful afterlife that all could enjoy.
Yes.
He knew waiting the last second was a long shot, for a chance that almost wasn't, but the future he saw was well worth it.
A good future. A balanced one. A happy afterlife one.
Now, all he had to do was wait for the seeds of this future to bloom.
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missing you
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. unprotected sex. mention of stretch marks. & just like the teeny tiniest bit of angst.
words: 2.2k
notes: this is me trying to decompress after an absolutely abysmal week. enjoy.
thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated. 🩵
Your back aches as you trudge into your room, passing your roommate sitting in the living room on your way inside without a word before hiding yourself away.
You toe off your shoes and throw your bag on the futon, then toss your phone on the bed.
Your room is dark, the only hint of light is the glow of your television you’d forgotten to turn off before leaving for work this morning.
You don’t bother with the light as you rid yourself of your jeans.
All you want in this moment… all you want is to be held.
Your body is worn and you are just so. damn. tired.
You get into bed and bury your face in the pillows as you feel your eyes start to well with the emotions you’ve been trying to brush off all week. It’s all catching up to you and you know you need the release, so instead of fighting off the tears you allow them to flow unbidden. You can’t pinpoint one exact thing that has you feeling so lousy and that feels even worse. But you know it’s really not that complicated. You’re just tired. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
You have nothing else to give and you know no one has anything to offer right now.
So you’ll just lie here. For as long as you want to, for as long as you can. You’ll cry, you’ll watch some tv, you’ll sleep, and all the while you’ll be missing the one person who would be able to make you feel even the slightest bit better.
You let the tears flow, muffling your cries into your pillow as your thoughts float to him, your heart desperately longing for him.
You wish he was here. More than anything.
You were already exhausted and the crying only added to your tiredness. You were soon sleeping with your body pressed against the cool wall next to your bed, your body pillow in between as you fell swiftly into a deep sleep.
There's a heavy weight around you as you murmur groggily and try to roll over, to no avail.
You blink your eyes open to the darkness that shrouds your room as you try to gain your bearings.
What the hell is going on?
It's not till you move your arm that you brush against the heavy weight keeping you in place.
You know it's him instantly. The warmth of his body hugging yours is all at once familiar and comforting.
You run your thumb soothingly up and down the part of his arm your hand rests on as you hum contentedly, your eyes shutting on their own.
You recognize his legs tangled with your as you both lay on your sides, your back to his firm chest.
There's a purr that sounds from Bucky's chest before he tightens his arm around you, keeping you close. "Hey, sweetheart," he whispers sleepily in your ear as he nuzzles into you.
You smile into the dark as you lean back into him. His large hand is splayed over your tummy and he lets his fingers drag back and forth over your softness, tickling you a bit as he does.
His fingers dance over some of your stretch marks as he continues his languid touching.
"You're here," you whisper back quietly with a small, sleepy smile, knowing he can hear you just fine. "I thought you said next week,"
"Got back early," he responds, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. "Wanted to surprise you. Your roommate let me in. I don't think either of us were expecting you to be asleep at 8pm on a Friday," he laughs softly, though you can hear the hint of concern and care that laces his voice - you can feel it in his gentle touch and protective hold. You can feel his love in all of it, too. He'd only been gone a week, but it was still too long. You've missed this so much; you've missed him.
"Tired," you murmur, not wanting to get into the details of your week right now, or what the real reason you were dead to the world so early tonight was. You simply wanted to just be there with him. To feel him.
He presses his lips to your temple sweetly before mumbling a soft "okay," against your skin. Letting it go for now.
"Tomorrow," he adds just loud enough so he knows you hear him.
You reach your hand up and brush his face clumsily before your fingers find their way into his hair, threading through the long dark strands. He lets you lead his face closer to yours as he leans into you. He can see better than you can in the dark and easily finds your lips, knowing that's what you were wanting.
You wiggle up against him to meet him in the kiss and he can't help the soft moan that slips past his lips as your ass brushes against him.
You tug on his hair ever so gently, teasingly as he kisses you again, deeper this time. His hand is gripping your hip tighter now as you press yourself more firmly to him.
It's then you realize Bucky has been sleeping next to you in nothing but his boxers while you're in nothing but a thong and your bra.
"Missed you," you mutter against his lips. You let go of his hair and slip your hand back down while you turn back facing the wall once more. You adjust your position, your ass flush to his half hard cock that's growing in his boxers, before tilting your head back on his chest. "Need you," you whisper breathily.
Bucky already has one leg between yours, but he decides to move back to get his boxers completely off before he pulls your sky blue thong down your thick thighs. Both pairs of underwear are tossed to the floor as he gets back to you, snuggling up to you as he places kisses all over your shoulder, up your neck, to your cheek.
You sigh as you feel his erection against your ass and bend your top leg up while jutting your bottom leg back, opening yourself up for him.
Bucky grips his stiff cock in his flesh hand before guiding his tip to your slick entrance, already so wet for him.
You moan softly in tandem as he presses just into you, stilling as your walls throb around his thick, bulbous head. He grunts quietly, knowing you have to keep your voices down. He restrains himself and makes a mental note to take you back to his place first thing in the morning. Soon as he gets the copy of his key he's been waiting on, he's hoping you'll say yes when he asks you to move in and you'll never have to stifle those pretty little noises you always make for him ever again.
He slowly pushes into you, deeper, and deeper. He's taking his time as you squeeze him desperately, making sure you feel each and every inch of him inside of you.
When Bucky is seated fully in your tight pussy, he slowly, achingly slowly, slides right back out of you. Not fully though, as his tip stays nestled inside your warmth before he slides back in, rubbing and rutting against you perfectly and hitting that special spot just right, over and over again as he fucks you nice and slow and deep.
It's so nice.. it feels so. fucking. good. Tears spring to your eyes at the compounding feelings. Bucky is making you feel incredible, and you've missed him so much, and you just never want this to end.
When his cock is deep inside of you again, you touch back your hand to his hip as his pelvis is flush to your ass and urge him to move faster. He pulls out slightly before he fucks back into you harder, the soft slapping of his skin against yours is all that can be heard as you stifle your moans and whimpers with your hand over your mouth and he bites into his lip, breathing out through his nose with his labored breaths.
He slams into you more and more forcefully as his hand crawls down your stomach, down your pelvis and his fingers find your sensitive clit while his heavy balls slap against you with his every thrust, turning you on even more. He rubs at you gently, teasingly, at first before he circles your clit with perfect pressure as you gasp sharply, and your walls tighten around his cock even more.
Bucky is chasing your highs as he doesn't let up for a second. You know he's close by how desperate he's getting, and it only gets you closer. Faster, harder, more erratic as he loses his rhythm slightly..
Another slam of his hips and a guttural moan that slips past his defenses as he hits you just right has your whole body suddenly tensing and your toes curling as your legs shake from the white-hot pleasure that shoots through you in waves of cascading, overwhelming ecstasy. You don't make a sound as you're hardly breathing through the mind-blowing orgasm, made all the better as you feel Bucky still when he buries himself fully in your cunt and releases inside of you, his cum shooting along your walls and filling you up. You're dripping his seed as he thrusts a few more times, the wet squelching has you hot all over as he fucks it back into you.
"Fuck," he breathes, sounding surprised with himself. "You're gonna be leaking me for days, princess," he speaks hotly into your ear before he brushes his lips along your soft cheek. "And you took it so well." Another kiss. "You always take me so well," he says proudly with the corner of his lips up twitched in a smirk. Another kiss as his hand returns to your hip and he rubs you lovingly.
"You feel so good, I just wanna stay here," he punctuates with a soft thrust of his cock along your still sensitive walls.
You mewl quietly at the feeling and at the thought of him staying exactly where he is. He's right, it feels good. You'll never get over how amazing it is, how perfect it feels to be full of him. You love it.
"Then stay like this," you say, though it comes out like a plea as you pull his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers as you rest them on your tummy.
"Yeah?" he asks. "You wanna keep me warm? Missed me that much?" he teases playfully as he holds you close.
"I always miss you," you tell him. "Anytime you're away, I'm missing you. More than you could ever imagine."
Bucky feels like mush at your words, cuddling you tighter as a tension he'd been carrying since last week somehow eases at your reassurance. That you did miss him. That you do want him. That you do love him.
He feels like the luckiest man in the world to have your affection, and your heart. Every time he leaves you, he leaves a piece of himself with you. And he never feels quite whole until he's with you again. Especially like this. With you in his arms, your hand in his, in peace. Loving, blissful, peace.
"I'm always missing you right back," he whispers before kissing your head softly. "I love you."
"I love you. more than anything."
"More than everything," he responds as he feels your breathing changing with your sleepiness.
He smiles to himself, almost can't believe how easily you're about to fall asleep as his cock is still nestled snug along your velvety walls.
"Sleep, doll. I'll be right here in the morning. Pack some stuff and we can have the weekend to ourselves at my place, yeah?"
"Yeah," you smile sleepily. "That's perfect," you nearly slur, the words heavy on your tongue as you speak them. “‘M so glad you’re here, Buck.”
Bucky waits until he's sure you're asleep again to pull out of you, as carefully as he can manage.
As hot as the sight is, he doesn't want you to wake up in an uncomfortable sticky mess. He makes his way quietly to the bathroom where he relieves himself before cleaning up, then returns to you to clean you up, too.
He wipes away his spend and the cooling mess of your combined releases along your skin before placing soft kisses along your thighs, trailing his lips lightly over your plump cheeks, then along you hip before trialing them up your side, his fingers following suit as he sidles his body up behind you, returning his hold on you once more. Your bodies are flush as he keeps you close. He'll never get over how soft you are, how perfect you feel in his arms, beneath his touch.
You're everything he's ever wanted, everything he's ever dreamed of. And the fact that you return his feelings, that you love him, it means everything. You haven't even been together for a year yet, but as he gazes down at your beautiful sleeping form through the dark of the room, Bucky just knows it.
He's gonna spend the rest of his life loving you. If he's lucky enough, he'll get to spend all that time with you, too.
And he can’t wait.
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Walk down memory lane : AK!Jason Todd x fem!reader
Warnings: mention of self harm and suicidal thoughts.
You can find other AK!stories on point 4 here: Jason Todd masterlist
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She was just so tired.
Tired of fighting, of keeping up that fucking hope, of carrying the excessive weight on her shoulders.
She just couldn’t anymore .
Maybe it was time to finally accept that Jason didn’t care about her. That he would never care again. Not in the same way he used to before all this shit hit them. Before Joker, Harley, Arkham…
But she still needed, wanted, craved his love.
But how long can a girl be strong and live in a delusion?
And for the first time in a year she started crying.
What Harley could not achieve, happened because of a boy. No amount of torture and mind games and tricks she was subject to in Arkham, not once broke her. But the indifference and cold treatment from her former boyfriend, the one who she still loved got her on her knees, sobbing and shaking on the bed in her little, cold Asylum cell.
He was right. She was completely alone, no one was coming to help her, safe her from that void that finally found a way straight to her heart. Nothing more than a playtoy, unlovable, weak, pathetic, developing a heavy case of Stockholm syndrome.
Poor girl hugged herself in a foul attempt to calm down, but it was for nothing. Tears were falling freely down her cheeks, turning her into a puddle of emotions she couldn’t hold back. It was like the old wound and the feeling of being used opened and uncovered all the layers she cut off before.
Some people call it trauma, but she couldn’t care less about the terminology.
Maybe it would be better to just end her own life right now just so she wouldn’t have to suffer through another day of such lousy existence. It was Arkham, she was pretty sure she would find something to help her execute her plan.
On shaking legs she stood up from the bed, moving towards the bathroom. The mirror that Jason broke violently after their last encounter was still not fixed and the sharp pieces of glass poked on every side.
Perfect.
Gathering all the strength she had left, she reached towards the splinter and pointed it towards her wrist, assessing the “best” place to cut……
***
She woke up feeling sore and in tremendous amount of pain like never before. Both of her wrists were patched up with the clean bandages and she wasn’t even in her own sweatbox. Honestly, she couldn’t for the love of God recognise the place where she was, until the familiar, slightly muffled voice threw her off her confused state and brought back to reality.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!” Jason hissed with unconcealed anger and she shivered. “WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO!?” in a blink of an eye he was right next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes up.
She was just completely silent, the tight grip of his fingers on her puffy, hurting cheeks causing a few more tears to flow down her eyes.
“I’m sorry…..” she whispered, slightly panicking. He was never supposed to find her, let alone to save her. And why did he? Was it only because he needed her for release in the future? “I’m sorry…..” her whole body shook violently.
“Y/N…….” her name in his mouth sounded almost sweet and the touch got far more gentle, sudden change in behaviour making her freeze. What was going on?
“I……” her mouth fell agape and it was impossible to say a word.
“Did you forget what I told you last time? You’re mine. You can’t just go and decide to hurt yourself this way. I cannot allow it.”
“Why?” she sobbed “it’s not like you care. I am just a reminder of the past, of all those lies you were fed by Batman and your family. Of someone you once were and could never be again.”
“Stop it!”
“Please, please, just let me go. Just let me finish it, please.” Her desperation and panic attack coming out in waves in the form of the aggressive tugging on the dressing, trying to reopen the stitched wounds and cuts. “I’ll do it myself. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”
“Stop it!’
“You can even watch it, I know you’ll enjoy the show. You wanted a show, didn’t you?”
“FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP IT!” finally he managed to get a hold of her hands, pinning them down to her sides, precluding her from moving, even though she still struggled against his hold. “Is that what you think of me? That I will enjoy that?” she nodded shakily “fuck!”
“I’m sorry…..” she whimpered again. She was still here and he was now mad which could only equal to another punishment. And this time it was not going to be intimate. He could really hurt her at any time.
“Baby…..” he whispered, almost without thinking, closing his eyes “princess.”
“Wha….. what did you say?” her eyes grew wide. Did he really use those words or was it just an imagination?
Jason was completely inside his head now, memories flooding his brain like a fucking Niagara. He remembered the past. The moment, when while still being Robin, someone came after her, attacking her and almost eliminating her from the equation. He recalled the hours spend in the medical bay, watching her pale face and the heart rate monitor, praying to whatever entity was up there to bring her back to him. All those little heart attacks caused each time she took a sharp exhale. Falling asleep next to her bed, holding and caressing her cold hand, whispering pleas and promises to keep her safe in the future if she just woke up. Brushing up on how he felt when she finally opened her e/c eyes, looking at him with so much love and concern, asking if he was all right.
He remembered how she cared about him….. And how he cared about her.
“Ja…. Jace?” she swallowed the lump in her throat, taking the risk to use his nickname, ready for another anger fit, but instead she met his honest gaze, so different from the one she was used to in his Arkham Knight version.
“Don’t ever do this again.” He gasped, brushing her cheek, putting a strand of hair behind her ear “you hear me? Ever.”
“Jason?” he bottom lip trembled because of that sudden display of emotion from his part.
“Ever.” He emphasised. “I don’t want to see you in pain.”
“Ok……”
“Anyone who hurt you deserve a punishment and that applies to you hurting yourself. Is that clear?”
“Anyone, but you?” she blurt without thinking and immediately covered her mouth in fear of the words that came out her mouth.
Jason tensed a bit, his muscles flexing but he didn’t move.
“Get some rest. Need you recovered soon. Big plans for you.” He just said and with one final look into her eyes left the room, leaving her completely speechless.
…..
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Lip Gloss
Pairing: Vil x fem!reader
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 800
You run into Vil Schoenheit in the early morning, who decides that you need a bit of a makeover.
“Epel, you’d better have a good reason for waking me up at 5 am to bring you sweets,” you grumble into your phone speaker as you hurry along the halls of Pomefiore dorm. “I swore off visiting this cursed place a week ago, remember?”
“Still not sure why you did that,” your best friend’s groggy voice came from the other side of the call. He sounded as if he had just woken up. “It’s not as if the dorm is haunted or somethin’. Ramshackle is worse when it comes to that stuff, y’know.” He pauses, and you hear a loud yawn in the background. “Just get here soon, ‘kay? I’ll let you in my room.”
The line went dead before you could protest. Shoving the device in your pocket, you speed up, trying not to track mud onto the grand carpets as you go. But just as you round the corner to the first-year wing of the dorm, you run right into a firm- and familiar- chest.
“Come here, potato. What is the issue with you today? Your uniform is a mess.”
Oh, no. As luck would have it, you’d bumped into Vil Schoenheit- the one person that you didn’t want to see today. In fact, he was the whole reason you were avoiding coming to Pomefiore in the first place.
It’s not that you disliked Vil. In fact, you admired him quite a lot. But as of late, the sight of the handsome housewarden was making your heart do flips in your chest. Quelling the feeling took more of your emotional energy than you were willing to give up. So, your solution? Avoid him at all costs until you figured out a way to squash these growing feelings.
“H-hi, Vil,” you sputter as he pulls you towards him, tugging on the collar of your shirt and aligning it better with your frame. “Um. There’s nothing wrong with me today. I just got out of bed, so I’m a little disheveled.”
Vil clicks his tongue “One must be aware of how they look to others at all times,” he reprimands, but it’s clear that he’s not mad at you. His voice is gentle compared to the way he speaks to the others in his dorm. “Hmm… your hair is getting a little on the thin side. You should come by my dorm room later today- I have a shampoo that’ll fix it up right away.”
You’re fidgeting under his touch as he fusses over you. Your face is heating up more by the minute, and you’re thankful that his attention is trained elsewhere, lest he notice your flustered expression. “I appreciate the help, but I really have to go see my friend now,” you hedge, trying to inch away from him.
“Not so fast.” Vil reaches his arm out, placing it on the wall beside you to keep you from escaping. “You don’t have any makeup on, potato. Do you expect me to just let you go, bare-faced?”
He guides you towards one of the benches in the hallway nearby and all but forces you to sit, before settling down beside you. Out of nowhere, he pulls out a makeup bag, emblazoned with his name. Vil opens a small compact mirror and reapplies his lip gloss, then turns to you again. “Close your eyes. I have some foundation and eyeshadow here that’ll fit your complexion perfectly.”
It’s oddly peaceful, letting your eyelids flutter shut gently while the soft bristles of a makeup brush dance over them. For a moment, you can forget just how close Vil’s face is to yours; how his hands brush over the apple of your cheeks while he applies blush and contour. Your phone is ringing in your pocket- Epel must be getting impatient. But you can’t bring yourself to pick it up.
Soon enough, Vil taps your cheek gently, prompting you to open your eyes once again- just in time to see Vil swipe a tube of lip gloss over your lips- the same one that he had used on his own just minutes ago.
You all but squeak when he’s done, nearly ruining his hard work when you try to bury your face in your hands. Fortunately, Vil catches them just in time, shaking his head.
“Ah-ah, you know better than to touch. What’s gotten you so worked up today?” Vil releases one of your hands to cup under your chin, coaxing you to look him in the eyes. You’re vaguely aware of yourself as you mutter something about an indirect kiss, dying inside as you realize that he heard you. But to your surprise, Vil just laughs- and presses his lips to yours in a gentle peck. “Potato, if you wanted a real kiss, all you had to do was ask.”
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boyfriend drabbles (pt.10)
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: request- ‘reader cries in front of him for the first time and he hugs them, and then they stop crying immediately’
word count: 700+
a/n: hii another fic is outtt this was based on a request someone sent me 😊😊
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Sometimes you weren’t sure whether to call yourself selfish for constantly ignoring your mum’s calls.
Ever since you escaped the hell hole you lived in from young, and started to live with Jungkook, life has been way better than it had ever been.
But that also didn’t mean your mother would not be calling and texting you daily, asking why you weren’t picking up, trying to figure out why you had cut (most) communication off and moved away to a place she didn’t know.
If only she knew the answer laid right on her, but of course she would blame everything but herself.
Why couldn’t you just block her number? Or change your own phone number? You did, multiple times in fact, but she always found a way back to irritate you, creating various accounts on social media and messaging you through it, or sometimes she would use other’s phone numbers to call and text you.
You practically had your own mother begging for you to talk to her, which half of the time made you annoyed, especially after what she had done to you, but it also made you feel horrible, at the fact that you, as a daughter, was doing this to her own mother.
Jungkook knew how toxic the relationship between your mum and you had been, he’d been the first one to immediately suggest for you to move in with him, to which you gratefully accepted.
Your boyfriend has been the sweetest, always caring and providing for you, and he often checked up on your emotional and mental wellbeing, asking if your mum was still bothering you.
But you didn’t want Jungkook to worry, you didn’t want him to have to feel like he would have to help you and do something about this, you didn’t want to feel like a burden.
So you never told him, even though you knew one day you would eventually burst from keeping such a heavy weight to yourself.
It just so happens that very day is today.
So that’s how you find yourself scrunched up in a ball on your bathroom floor, sobs erupting from your mouth as you gasp for air, vision blurry as ringing fills your ears.
Your cries and sobs were so overwhelming and loud that you failed to hear the front door open, and the person who you had been hiding this problem for walks through the door.
“Jagi?” Jungkook calls out, but to no avail the living room is dead silent.
But your boyfriend’s eyes widen as he drops his bags, the moment he hears your sobs and gasps coming from the bathroom.
“Baby, baby?” Jungkook knocks on the door frantically, attempting to open the handle but fails when he realises you’re slumped against the door on the other side.
“Baby what’s wrong?” You can faintly hear his voice through the door, but with your phone ringing in your hand with another unknown caller id, it only fuels your panic.
In the midst of your panic, you hear Jungkook, gently asking you to move away from the door. Even though you were reluctant to show your boyfriend how torn down you were, you felt too weak to fight back.
As you shuffle away from the door, your boyfriend hurries into the toilet and cradles you, taking the phone away from your hands as he already somehow has taken notice of what has been happening.
“Shh it’s okay baby, breathe for me yeah?” Jungkook’s soft yet deep voice rings into your ears, miraculously distracting you from the ringing and pounding in your head.
Immediately, your sobs come to a stop as you catch your breath, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck as you bury your head in his chest. He rubs your back up and down and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, just his presence alone has brought you peace.
“It’s your mum again isn’t it,” Your boyfriend mumbles softly against your ear as you nod, not really wanting to talk at the moment. Jungkook picks up on this, leading you to the bedroom and tucking you under the covers.
You peep over the blanket currently covering your body as you watch Jungkook turn on the recent show you two had been watching.
“Thank you,” You look at Jungkook who’s now slipping under the covers with you, and kisses your forehead.
You end up opening to Jungkook before you fall asleep, telling him why you had not told him about this problem, but your sweet sweet boyfriend had comforted you over and over again, making sure to let you know you would never be a burden to him.
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Snowkissed - Crosshair x Reader
Found this in my drafts and thought it was pretty cute!
Don't forget that requests are open!
Warnings: Low self-esteem, mentions of former imprisonment, emotional constipation
Word Count: 1.2 k
Crosshair was not nervous. Crosshair didn’t get nervous, no matter what bantha fodder Tech spouted about his heart rate. You were meeting him—you were meeting the five of them in the cantina like you always did, it was like any other weekend, with just one small adjustment. There was nothing to be nervous about.
“You’re still looking a bit pale, Cross,” Hunter mumbled to him, probably trying to be helpful or something of the sort.
“That’s what happens when you’re trapped in a mountain for months on end,” he growled.
“Given that I’ve regained full consciousness and faculties since our rescue, I doubt you can still use that excuse plausibly,” Tech offered, completely unhelpfully.
“Yeah! What he said!” Wrecker agreed gleefully.
Crosshair only kicked them both under the table as he saw you walk in. “Hey everyone! How’re you all doing?”
“Well, thank you,” Echo replied politely, taking a sip of whatever that stuff was he always drank. The others chimed in briefly, leaving Crosshair the only one who didn’t really say much of anything. Such was normally the case.
You wedged yourself into the booth on the other side of Tech. Crosshair told himself it made sense. You were better able to keep in line with the table, and this way each side of the table had a lined up set of three. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that you were next to Tech and across from Echo, the ones who were always the best at holding your attention. It seemed like the three of you could talk for hours without an awkward lull. Except for when he came around.
Kriff. He was about to get up and let you alone to your fun, when—
“You’re looking good, Tech. You too, Cross!”
He hoped he was still pale and not, well, blushing. “Thanks.”
“You’ve been recovering so nicely! Getting color back, getting muscle back. I’m so proud of you two!”
Crosshair told himself you were just trying not to leave him out. Just being nice. Because who was nicer than you? Who was kinder, sweeter, more generous with their time and attention than you?
“We were just discussing that. I believe—” Tech was already locked and loaded with his latest spiel. Crosshair wouldn’t stop him. How could he?
He left the table without a word.
Tech noticed the moment your gaze left his face. It wasn’t too long after he had felt Crosshair’s absence on his left. “Is he… okay?”
Tech sighed good-naturedly. He had been watching the two of you clumsily waltz around each other for far too long. You were a good actor, excellent at playing at nonchalance when he knew all you wanted was to be as close to his ram’ser brother as possible. Crosshair, less so, but you were so concerned with your own performance it was difficult for you to notice. “It might be helpful for you to go check on him. I believe he is… struggling, tonight. He could use someone with your level of interpersonal aptitude.”
“Excuse me, then, please,” you said with a small grimace, your brow furrowed. Echo gladly made room for you before shooting Tech a knowing glance. Hunter and Wrecker were kind enough to keep up their ruse of ignorance and continue to converse.
“Cross? Is everything alright?” You found him in the alley behind the cantina. It was a safer place than most areas in the galaxy you had visited, but you felt especially safe knowing that Crosshair was right there. He had that effect on you.
You tucked your cold hands into your armpits to protect them from the cold as you approached him.
“I’m fine. You should go back inside, it’s cold.”
When you didn’t budge, he tried again. “You looked like you were in the middle of something with Tech. Don’t let me interrupt you.”
“Tech will be fine. What’s up?”
His hazel eyes lingered on your face for a long moment before he looked up at the sky. “Why is this so difficult?” He muttered, unsure if you could hear him.
“Talking about your feelings is always difficult,” you commented, and for a moment, he wondered if you knew how close you were treading to the subject at hand. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it. What’s bothering you Cross, please? I promise that my lips are sealed to anyone else.”
He didn’t say anything. Why was it always so hard to just say something?
“I like your jacket,” you switched tactics after a few moments, plucking lightly at the elastic wristband of the leather jacket. He had always marvelled at how easily you complimented other people, and it always felt so genuine. And now you were millimeters away from actually touching him, separated by nothing but his wristband and the thin fabric of his gloves. He had half a mind to take them off, but moving to do so would surely scare you off. This closeness was enough.
“What’s it like to love someone?” He asked suddenly, and the question was so startling that your hand froze, still hovering over his.
“Wha—you mean, romantically?”
He nodded tersely.
You tittered nervously, and he noticed a blush spreading across your cheeks. He had to fight a smile at the sight. “Well, I wouldn’t be the best source of information on that subject, it’s not like I’ve been in many relationships or anything like that, but… I guess it feels like finding your other half. Someone that makes you feel ten times better just by being around, you know? Someone that you can’t stop thinking about, where, even when you’re not trying to, just looking at or hearing the right thing brings everything right back to them.” You didn’t look at him as you spoke—you normally did—your eyes focussed on the little pilings of lint on his glove.
“Like that song they played at the store yesterday,” He said. You glanced up at him briefly, his gaze still on the stars.
“What song was it?”
“I don’t remember the name,” he admitted. “All I know is that I thought I wasn’t thinking a thing, and then that song came on, and suddenly I realized everything I was doing was for you.” He finally made eye contact with you. “We have your favorite cookies at home, by the way. If I hid them from Wrecker well enough.”
Your eyes were wide and awestruck, unable to look anywhere but him.
Crosshair wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry the longer your silence went on. “Cat got your tongue?” He said as a default, hoping to shake you from your stupor so you could at least reject him outright.
You shook your head lightly, blushing more deeply with a breathy laugh. “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you to feel the same, and I—”
He cut you off by pressing his lips gently to yours, turning to take your hands in his. He still wished he had taken his gloves off, but this was good enough for now. He pulled back after a few seconds—best not to smother you—and looked at you anxiously for your approval. He hoped your nervous smile was a good sign.
“Is that what was bothering you?”
“For a while, yeah.”
“Will it work to kiss it better?”
“We can try.”
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Happy
Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Summary: Simon finally comes home, and he meets his two little angels. You’re finally happy, and things seem perfect. A little too perfect.
Content Tags: Comfort, Twins (name reveal), Death, Canonical death, SPOILERS FOR MW3, Family Moments, Good Father Simon, Simon Finally Realizes How to Deal With His Emotions, Mentions of Pumping, More Original Characters (no name mentioned), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, Omega! Reader, No Use of Y/N
A/N: This is the end. Maple Syrup is done, it has been finished. Feel free to keep sending asks about Doc and Simon! I am more than happy to keep answering prompts about their life together and their family <3. It is insane. I am so proud of how far this has come, and I am so happy that you all have enjoyed it. Don’t worry, I have another fic lined up!!
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Price isn’t entirely sure the last time he could smell something like this on Simon. He isn’t entirely sure if he’s ever smelled him like this. Not in the however long he’s known the Lieutenant. There’s words that he should find, something to get his other alpha, his Lieutenant, to feel better, yet there’s nothing. No matter how much he wants to say something, the words are lost to Price.
He knows the feeling coursing through Simon. Price himself missed his middle pups birth, and yet this all feels different.t He isn’t even sure there are words to convey what he wants to say, if he could just transmit the feeling he needs to he would. But he can’t do that, that just isn’t a thing that’s possible. Maybe in the far, far future but right now? All he needs to find are the words to help make his other Alpha hurt just a little less.
The tangy scent that fills the air of the heli almost burns his nose. It’s not something he’s ever smelled before, not on Simon. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley didn’t smell hurt, or sad. Hell, he never even really smelled anguished even when he probably should have. Price knows the pup- the pups- are here, and he knows Simon should be feeling a sense of joy. Excitement, even. But there’s nothing. No joy, no happiness, just fear and a tang of pain.
While Price knows the feeling- he missed his own middle pups birth- he can’t find the words to express to Simon that it’ll all turn out okay. That everything will be figured out, that you won’t just abandon him. Simon isn’t a bad Alpha, he might be rough around the edges but he truly does mean well. Maybe his words were a little harsh, maybe his tone wasn’t always what he wanted to convey, but Simon never meant real harm to those on his side.
The sounds of shrieking, wails and snarls coming from the other end of the phone almost haunted Price. He’d never heard his own Omega, the perfect parent to their pups, scream in such a way. Maybe it was just because it hurt, maybe because you had to push two pups out of you, but maybe it was because it was so unexpected. His omega had gone to a few classes to prepare for it all.
Christ. You’d had two pups, and Simon wasn’t there to help at all. Your own pack, the one you were born in, wasn’t even there to help you with this moment. Price knew that there was very little anyone could do to fix this, but by all the gods who knew of the green Earth he wanted to find a way.
While your relationship with Simon had definitely been through worse, he knew that it was torment. Price had been given the opportunity to slowly court his own omega, make them fall in love with him each time that they were together. He knew what it took to get an omega, at least his own, to fall in love. But neither of you were given that chance. You were just some Doctor that had been assigned to their base, just a Doctor who was sent out by your own leaders and Captains to figure out what was happening.
You were just a Doctor, tossed into a world of hurt all because of Simon. And Simon wasn’t sure if he could forgive himself for any of it. You were alone, to care for two newly born pups, all alone to give birth to them. He’d heard you snarl at one of the doctors who had come in. Just Price’s Omega was allowed in, they were the only person who was allowed near you.
Simon shouldn’t have just ran off to the mission without at least having gone and seen you first. Maybe then, just maybe, he would have had the balls to stay behind and try and fix his mistakes. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have been left alone to birth your children. God, he felt so fucking stupid. He’d missed the birth of his pups.
Maybe, hopefully, you’d forgive him. You had before, so hopefully this wouldn’t be that much different. He had to stop doing this, stop making these situations occur where he hurt you so much and had to hope to whatever god would listen that you would accept him back into your arms. He could see Price, Gaz and Soap glancing at him every now and again. Soaps nose was scrunched up, his eyes slightly narrowed while looking at him.
“You alright, L.T.?” Soap asked in the silent helo. The tension was so strong Simon thought he could cut it in half. His eyes slowly moved from staring out of the window to looking right at him. Soaps eyes didn’t move, matching his stare.
Swallowing thickly, Simon broke eye contact. “Worried, s’all,” he responded, voice slightly hoarse. A hum came from Soap, and he watched him turn to look back away where he’d been prior to it. No one else spoke for the remainder of the flight back, and Simon found himself glancing back out the window he was near and watching the ground pass by quickly.
Sometimes he wondered what other people were up to, how simple their lives might be. How they might be having a nice dinner with their pack, watching as their pups grow up with ease. He felt a pang deep in his chest, and he almost felt his eyes burn for a moment. He craved such normalcy. He wanted to curl up in your nest next to you, hold you close as you slept against him.
Take care of his pups and help you out after the birth. He barely noticed the helo land and was half conscious as he walked into the compound. People were glancing at him, their eyes following him as he walked. Simon barely noticed, though, and he felt as though he had tunnel vision on his walk to your shared room.
From a few halls down, he could smell something. It was sweet, mixed in with your own scent. Milky, almost, and slightly powdery. He swallowed thickly, as just another hall down he could hear shuffling coming from your shared room. Christ, when had his hearing become so sensitive? He heard you humming faintly, some cooing and whining from two other sources.
And he opened the door, sliding the key out of the lock as he walked in. Your eyes found him, widening just a little and the faintest scent of fear coursed through your scent. Two wails suddenly screeched through the room, your eyes darting back to the closet nest and you moved without hesitation. He heard little purrs and coos coming from you, the wails slowly dying down into soft whimpers.
His heart shatters into pieces. He feels a pain he hadn’t thought possible, the thoughts whirling through his head. His pups don’t know him, they hate him and he can’t be here. Simons muscles are tensed, ready to make a run for it. He can almost feel tears pooling in his eyes, his throat closing up as a small whine comes from deep within him.
There’s nothing he can do. Absolutely nothing. He wasn’t here when they came into this Earth, he wouldn’t be here when they left. And he hated himself so deeply. But the purrs that you gave, little coos bringing him from his thoughts. His head almost cleared, listening to you whisper soothing words to the little things. God, they’d be tiny. They had to only be a few days or weeks old at this point, but everything felt like it had ground to a halt when he’d heard you were in labor.
And he shouldn’t he absolutely should leave until he can talk to you alone but he can’t. He can’t run away again when things get difficult, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you. He had to make things right, but he wasn’t sure how.
Simon didn’t feel like he could move. He slid his boots off, sliding them in their spot in the corner. He moved slowly, cautiously as he inched closer to the closet. He was barely peeking around the corner when you spun and growled at him. Growled. Deeply, from so far in your chest he hadn’t thought an Omega could make that noise.
Your eyes had shifted from being you, shifting into a deeper and more primal look. They softened, slowly, as your snarl faded carefully. You had remained crouched next to the two pups, your hands still gently laid on each of them.
When you growled, you could smell fear coming from Simon. You aren’t entirely sure if that’s what pulled you out of this weird and deeply defensive spot. The father of your pups, your Alpha was standing above you and looking down at you with wide eyes. You watched as he carefully slid the balaclava off, his eyes dropping down to take a look at your pups. You shifted a little, no longer crouching down in front of them.
His eyes became softer, his brows no longer furrowed so deep into his eyes that he almost looked awed. You knew they had his eyes, although a little lighter because of how young they were. They looked so similar, although your little Lily had more of your features than her fathers. Finley, on the other hand, had his stronger features but he had your hair. Maybe he had your nose, but you were partial to your pups.
You said nothing as you handed one of them to their father. Lily shifted, her nose scrunching up as she inhaled his scent up close but it slowly disappeared as she became comfortable. Her little hand grabbed at his shirt, and one of his hands moved to stroke against her hair. He held her closer to him, and you could see his nose twitch a little as he inhaled her scent.
“I want to retire,” he whispered, not looking away from the little pup in your arms. You could feel your heart stop, your eyes almost welling with tears as the realization slowly sunk in. Your pups would have their father, and you would have your alpha.
“Do you know their names?” You whispered softly, watching as he looked up at you. He shook his head and you gave him a weak smile. You still hurt, not just physically, but emotionally. He had abandoned you. And yet he was here now, holding Lily in his arm and his eyes felt so gentle while he looked at you. “You’re holding Lily,” and he nodded, his nose twitching a little bit. “Finley is down here,”
“How do you differentiate them?” You gave a little laugh, picking up Finley and letting Simon grab onto the two of them. Your big, scary looking alpha was standing there with his head ducked down looking at his pups. He seemed so gentle, his jaw was relaxed and his brows weren’t furrowed. He seemed almost happy.
You glanced away from the three of them, swallowing thickly. “Lily’s scent is a little stronger, kind of like yours. Finley isn’t as shifty and he’s a little quieter. Mostly it’s just their scent, though, but also. Other things,” you glanced away and heard Simon laugh from deep in his chest. His eyes were scrunched up, and his head was tossed back.
Genuinely, you don’t remember if you’d ever seen him laugh as hard as that. You’re not sure that you have, and it made you feel warm. Your chest hurt, but in a good way this time. You could feel your cheeks aching from the smile you had on your face, watching your little pack enjoy themselves.
For some time, the two of your stood there basking in the little family you had. Simon finally sat himself in your nest, and you showed him how to change their diapers. The two of you sat there for what felt like minutes, but had to be hours. He helped you to the toilet when the pain relievers finally stopped working as well, helping to prepare your new pad and helping you get back up.
The first night you were able to spend with him, you hadn’t woken up once. You’d stashed away some pumped milk in a little mini fridge they’d let you keep in the room just for this, and when you woke up and added some more that you’d packaged you noticed a few missing. You smiled a little, glancing at him snoring away in the bed you shared.
It didn’t take long for his retirement to become official. The two of you found a little place not too far from the compound, and he’d gotten a new job. It was pretty decent, but he also received an alright amount of money from the government for his service. You were still working in the medical field, but you found yourself leaning more towards finding an office job, one where you could actually have decent hours to be able to help care for the pups.
Raising two pups at once was difficult. Sure, Simon helped when and where he could, but it was just difficult in general. When one pup wasn’t crying, it was the other. When one needed a diaper change, the other suddenly needed one as well. You were just happy to have your mate and your pups healthy, happy and not at risk to die.
Until Simon got a phone call.
“They think Makarov survived,” he whispered to you in bed after you came back from finishing your pumping. You could feel your blood run cold, and you turned over to look at him.
“What?”
He sighed deeply, shifting his head to look at you. “They have some,” he paused and swallowed. “Evidence. They think he’s still alive, and we need to find him. Kill him,” and your heart was suddenly pounding.
“We?”
You watched as his eyes closed, his scent changing to one that confused you. “They need me to help them,” he whispered, his hand finding yours carefully. He squeezed it, and you squeezed back. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes and feeling your heart begin to slow down.
Opening your eyes, you looked carefully at Simon. Even in the dark, you could see his brow furrowed. “I’m coming with,” you whispered. He sat up straight, elbow locked as he held himself up.
“Absolutely not,” his voice was stern, almost a growl. “You will not be going anywhere near this mission,”
You scoffed, rolling back over onto your back. Your eyes gazed across the dark ceiling. “I’m coming with you,” you whispered once more. Simon shook his head, his free hand sliding across his face.
It was a week long argument. Tempers were short, and things weren’t very happy within the house. The two of you still worked together with the pups, but it was silent. He still took care of the pups at night, even though he was sleeping in your guest bedroom. You stayed quiet, listening faintly in on his phone calls. He was trying to stay quiet, you could tell.
It was mostly arguing, at least from his end. Anger about not wanting you to go with, and whoever he was talking with appeared to be arguing for your help. He was always a little angrier after finishing the call, but he stowed away with the pups while they took their naps and seemed to just stew with the thoughts for a while.
After a week, probably just a little longer, he finally came up to you with his head down. He wasn’t making eye contact, but his brows were still furrowed. “I’m sorry,” he whispered after a moment. You nodded, continuing to package the breastmilk you’d just finished pumping. “Price wants you to join, he’s worried there might be issues with medical care while we’re on the mission,” you nodded again but paused after finally registering what he was saying.
“Price said what?”
And the mission was horrible. Absolutely horrible.
The only part you truly remember about it was watching as Soap took a gunshot to the head. You watched the blood pour out of him, heard the shouts and ensuing chaos.
Makarov got away. You did what you could, but at the end of the day you had no way of saving Soap. Simon had grown silent, and the return to the compound was horrible. Price’s omega was taking care of the pups, as their own were almost finished with their last years of school. And you left the 141 alone as they spread his ashes, holding Simon close as he sobbed into your body.
His grip on you those next few weeks were incredibly strong, his arms not letting you out of bed when you needed to use the bathroom, and he was just a little withdrawn for some time.
You named your next pup after Soap. And Simon slowly grew better about the passing, the 141 was often around to see their pack-pups. Everything felt wrong without Johnny, though. No longer just Soap, it was Johnny. Even your youngest had become Johnny, and Simon was able to keep himself from being especially partial to the young one.
They grew up so fast, but it took so long. And maybe it should have felt good, but Christ were they some difficult pups at times. Lily had her first rut, as did Finley. Johnny hadn’t yet presented, so you were just assuming he was a Beta until he would present. Maybe he wouldn’t, but you loved your little pups more than you had ever thought possible.
It wasn’t all too bad. The 141 stuck around, and you found yourselves living in the same neighborhood as the other two. Gaz had found himself a mate, and they had a few pups of their own. You helped with the birth of the first, just as Price’s Omega had done for you. They were there as well, and Simon was holding Gaz back even with the shrieks.
Gaz had tried throwing the two of you out of the room, as his omega had ended up in a similar situation to you. In the middle of birth suddenly, and unable to make it to a hospital in time. Lucky bastard, the birth took twenty minutes.
But you were happy. And that’s all that mattered.
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This was a request from @yourlocaltreesimp and @sketchyspook as a continuation of self aware sky!! This man has my heart and soul <3
we've got two skies trying to come to terms with each other while reader is stuck in the middle <33
Btw if ever there's a one shot you'd ever like a continuation of I'll always be happy to write it if you drop a request <3 seeing as that's how this came to be in full, I had no intention to carry on with sky otherwise
The first - second
[masterlist]
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“And why do you look just like me?”
This is so different to what happened the first time, he’s less emotive with his face still rigged to the model the way he’s moving seems far more stiff like he’s fighting against the game.
The biggest difference though?
He’s petrified.And not of any one thing in particular every single thing is setting him off, from how my link is looking at him to even the feeling of his skin from what I can see. Link - the one on my side I mean - is hard to read, tensing up, gritting his teeth and looking at his other self like a threat.
“Why are you both just looking at me like that - what - I - I - please I can’t handle anyone else keeping me in the dark - no one seems to remember my name - my real name- I don’t… this is all so… so”
Even his crying sounds similar to link’s - my link’s - oh I’ll need to come up with nicknames for them both now otherwise there won’t be an end to the confusion. Anyway it sounds similar, but far more broken, almost as if he’s having an existential crisis during his breakdown which, to be fair, is probably what is happening. One of us needs to explain everything to him and with links reaction?
I think it’s going to be up to me.
With a quick glance at link telling him to stay out of this, moving to sit closer to the screen to talk to him face to face like a real person, all I have to do is hope that it goes well; that he doesn’t do anything rash.
“Link - I’ll explain whatever you want explained to you that I can with what I know, you just need to calm down enough to ask alright?”
That stopped the crying, his head jerkily moving so that his eyes can meet mine with each movement he makes becoming more fluid and natural. Each second that passes only seeming to bring him more alive all the while link behind me only seems to be getting more upset over it all.
“I - I - Yeah… I can calm down, th-ank you..?”
“[name], you can call me that if you want or whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Ri-ight then feather, what’s happening - why are you watching me? And why - why does he look like me?”
Anomaly, I think that’ll suit him, didn’t take kindly to me being called a nickname so quickly but he’s the one who wanted to play the game so badly so he’s got to suck it up. Besides it’s not like he’s got to shatter someone's worldview, hopes and life, that falls on me. I can comfort anomaly later on, when this is cleared up.
“Link you, aren’t real. You’re the character the player controls to play through this game you’re in, we weren’t just watching you, he was controlling you.”
“...”
“As for why he looks like you? He is you, a version of you anyway.”
“One who managed to learn about it and get out on his own, guess that makes me your better self huh?”
Because that was the right thing to tell a version of yourself having a breakdown, he had the decency to at least look a little ashamed when I turned to look at him. Not that his remorse helps how replay seems to have gotten worse again, this time the sound of crying pairing with tears streaming down his digital face. Even if he isn’t the same link I’ve been living with, his tears still hurt far more than any wound.
“So none of it - nothing - I went through is real, I’m not real? This is all for nothing, Zelda's not, she isn’t real either, so she, I’ve been through so- You helped me through it all…”
“Link..?”
“He - I? - said he got out, I - so that means I can too right? You - You’re not going to put me through everything, through learning all of that and keep me trapped in here right? Please [name], feather, please don’t make me stay here.”
“So you can try to take the love I earned? [Name] you were right I should never have played it.”
Oh, he knows exactly the right way to word it to hurt replay as much as he possibly can, it’s like he feels some sickening joy at this version of himself sobbing his heart out and knowing he’s the cause of the pain. Replay’s face has nothing more than horror on it now, he’s more scared than earlier. Hopefully anomaly comes to his senses soon so he doesn’t traumatise him any more than he already has.
“Link, can you go getmy first aid kit and some extra bandages? I think they’re in the bathroom.”
“Wait dove you’re not planning to - right?”
“I didn’t leave you stuck and come on, love. I know you don’t actually hate him.”
“I - sure, for you though, no other reason.”
He didn’t fight me back at all, proving my own point that he most likely just feels threatened when he has no reason to be. Maybe replay staying with us will even be good for him, I know he’s been struggling adapting to being real and not having anyone who he can really relate to; replay being a version of himself in a very similar spot should really help.
“[name]... you told him not to play? W-were you scared of this - of me learning? Of me being an issue… is that why you told him not to?”
“It wasn’t about you coming to life persay, I said it as a joke about how he got out of the game. He broke something that was very expensive to replace and I was teasing him over it. I know he was just saying that to hurt you though, so don’t worry about it. I’m sure he’ll calm down if you give him some time.”
Arguably it feels more like I’m facetiming someone now, his movements are so life-like he’s just like a real person, just in time for him to show a shy smile. Was this what anomaly would’ve looked like if he wasn’t in such a rush to get out that he was on the verge of corrupting the data while he was still in it. It’s unnerving, but less so than when he shoved his hand through the screen without warning.
“Besides I think I have a way to prevent you from breaking anything hopefully, my boyfriend’s just getting it set up. It shouldn’t take long but seeing as we have a bit of time… is there anything else you wanted to ask or do you wanna talk for a bit?”
He seems flustered now, blushing red and everything, it’s kinda sweet more but does this me that he’s also.
Be real with yourself [name] what are the odds that the same guy fell for you twice. Those would probably be higher wouldn’t they now I think on it.
That look in his eye doesn’t make sense if he’s not as much as I hate to think it. It’s the same way anomaly looks at me, tamer yes but still has the same obsessive energy behind it, like he wants me to give him permission or he doesn’t understand why he feels like the way he does. Hopefully it won’t cause issues.
He seemed to back away a little when I felt arms wrap around my shoulders, clearly someone wasn’t as pleased with how he was looking at me, while the other doesn’t like not having my attention. A nip at my ear was all I needed to turn back to him.
“I hope you understand why I don’t like this, I love you far too much to consider losing you to another version of myself… but I did go and get the first aid kit like you asked. I don’t see why he needs it, can’t he just bring a potion with him or down a guardian potion beforehand?”
“Thanks love, I really appreciate it. You do have a point though, but still it’s better to prepare for the worst.”
“This isn't going to change anything between us, because I can’t lose you my player, just - just promise me that alright?”
“Of course link.”
Then the promise was sealed with a kiss to his cheek, tension leaving him instantly now that he knows his position as my partner isn’t at threat. Honestly it’s so cute how territorial he gets, nothing bad has ever happened and he’s the best partner you could ever want outside of that so really it’s not much of an issue. Other than that how many people can say their ‘fictional’ crush both reciprocates and gets possessive of them, it’s a very small number as far as I’m aware. Now all that’s left to do is for replay to break his way out.
Replay’s already tearing up again.
“So then me what do I have to do to get out, and - and to throw away my past.”
“Break the screen, put your hand up against it and break the glass. I’ll be honest though, it will hurt a lot.”
“So I should take a potion right, to make it hurt less?”
“I didn’t take one, but if you feel you’ll need it. Go ahead, it’ll only prove you’re less than me.”
That final insult seemed to make replay steel himself, gripping a potion in his hand staring at it like it was what threatened him instead.
He didn’t drink it though.
Instead he opted to take his shield and use the pointed base to break through, faster and arguably much smarter than my beloved anomaly did, reaching out afterwards to pull himself out leaving my tv in a broken pile yet again but replay himself was left relatively unharmed in comparison. Was link really that desparate to be with me before? I can’t say that I’m not flattered by that, I only wish he took his own health into consideration.
Now I’m simply stuck between the two of them staring at each other, I wonder how long it will take them to grow up and stop silently arguing.
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A DC X DP IDEA #11 The Ice Prince
Imagine dis….
The plot is always Clockwork reversing Danny’s age to a toddler’s or a child’s age to be found in the grimy alley of Gotham City, to fix a broken family, an overdue vacation, or is it because it was meant to be? But what if they found a child who is nothing more than a mere babe?
…
War has consequences whether you are on the right side or not, consequences will come up to you. Death, injury, sexual violence, hunger, disease, and disability are some of the most dangerous physical repercussions of war, while PTSD, despair, and anxiety are some of the emotional consequences.
Danny experienced all, from the physical damages he had taken to protect his citizen to the emotional as well the phycological effects that will haunt his mind throughout his immortal life.
Jack and Maddie Scientists and the GIW had done it, waging war against the Infinite realms.
Using ectoplasm, the very being that they have despised to use as weapons to aim and maim.
Humans tend to hate and fear what they don’t understand.
In this case, fear caused this war.
Unlike in the history books whose wars started due to greedy politicians or even the thrill or greed to attain new land, this war was caused by fear.
The fear of the unknown.
At 16 years of age, Danny is crowned and alongside his trusted friends as well as his former enemy Vlad Masters all gathered their things and went back to the Infinite Realms to prepare for war.
At 16 Danny witnessed the horrors as well witnessing the lines humans will cross to satisfy their greed.
Each day that Danny is planning or even fighting alongside his friends, family, and even ex-rogues for their home and the universe’s and multiverse’s balance, he would feel the pain, sorrow, and sadness of each of his citizens who were captured or even used to be the battery to be used against their people.
At 16 Danny watched his very own parents, Jack and Maddie, cut open their former best friend to better understand ghost biology all in the name of ecto- science.
Danny saw the betrayal and grief as well Vlad’s vulnerable state on how Maddie, the kind and caring Maddie whom he fell in love with, do such cruel things to innocent blobs of ghosts, do such inhumane things to him. Cutting him open like a frog in a dissection table, using large hooks to keep the two skin that were cut to show his ribcage, apart to keep them from healing.
At 16 Danny joined the war alongside Frostbite, Pandora, Dora, and many more. Even Dan and Dani had joined him on the front lines to fight their parents to fight their inventions, their creations, the agents...etc, as well as rescuing many, many ghosts who were captured before this war even started.
The first one to fall was his beloved sister Jasmine No-Name, who captured and was taken to the basement at the household of the Fenton’s. Each scientist kept drawing blood and kept poking her with needles to “cure” their daughter from any form of ectoplasm possession or mind control. Despite being liminal she was still mortal, freeing the innocent ghosts that were cruelly captured and caged by their parents destroying the lab, taking the blueprints, the weapons, and even the portal at the cost of her own life.
Brother and sister, together as friends, ready to face whatever life sends.
Next, was Sam Manson, her mentor Undergrowth and her going to the annex side of the building to create a massive distraction for the rest of their allies to destroy this particular lab as the lab that they were about to destroy is a cornerstone of the ongoing battery flow between the agents thus making this mission top priority. Blood Blossoms were involved causing great pain to both ghosts, as the agents were getting closer, they heard the explosion in the direction of the targeted lab, they were successful, and now all that is left is to retreat. But the pain as well as their inability to move is impossible and even more impossible to fight off the remaining agents who were exclaiming and shouting about the destroyed lab. With what little strength Sam had left in her, she stood up and commanded the plants to rescue Undergrowth as without him nature and flora would have died alongside him. As she saw the silhouette of her mentor/ father she made her last stand as one of the few friends of Danny now her King.
Last to fall is Tucker Foley, his best friend, leading an army made out of entirely Egyptian culture. Being the right hand of the High King as he led another attack towards their government not only did their government bury their heads in the sand, but instead of diplomacy they have chosen to continue this war. As they were fighting by each other side, Tucker noticed an agent creeping closer to his King/ friend whose head was turned and busy due to the number of agents that kept him busy and unguarded. Tucker Foley did what any friend would do in that situation; he took the bullet aimed fatally at his best friend. Danny seeing that his best friend had just turned limp released his ghostly wail that contains his anger, sadness, grief, and horror as he cradles the body of his best friend as he held his last breath in the arms of his King and friend.
We’re more than friends but less than a couple
The government was getting desperate as each day the “ghosts” kept pushing them into a corner as their numbers dwindle each second while the other side’s army kept growing each passing day.
Didn’t you know, A cornered animal is almost as dangerous as a wounded one?
A Nuke, they have created a nuke. A nuke that has the combination of Blood blossoms as good ectoplasm as fuel and weapon, that was aimed and trajected to the Infinite Realms.
But, who spoiled their plans?
Blobs of ghosts gathered at the hidden base of humans and set off the nuke at their base.
Blobs that were rescued by Princess Jasmine of the Infinite Realms.
They didn’t expect the aftermath of such a weapon.
The shockwave didn’t just end their world’s dimension but it reached the Infinite Realms almost wiping them out, it wasn’t for their King, Danny, who took the brunt of the aftermath and shock to protect the Infinite Realms where his remaining family reside.
As a result, his form and core almost crack at the mere pressure, and result, Clockwork as his last card to protect Danny from disappearing for eternity turned him into a baby whose age could be merely a month old.
Now that horrid dimension was gone, permanently, it is now up to the ancients and ex-rouges as well the rest of his family to raise Danny to the best of their abilities as he, Danny Nightgale is the bridge as well the very representation between the two worlds.
The yetis that have lived in Far Frozen went and found a perfect dimension that has ectoplasm for their young King’s ghost half and human needs for his human half.
Building a small castle made out of ice in the deepest part of the Arctic region, complete with rooms as well as things that will keep their young King’s attention in case he ever be bored.
…
Between the time they thought of settling down in the new dimension, in the DC universe, it had been thousands of years since the ascension of the High King Phantom. For those who have participated in the war it has been only a few months while in DC it has been thousands of years, to the point each magician in the JLD and Shazam knew about King Phantom, his benevolence and mercy shows no bounds. King Phantom who was a ward of the Master of Time and defeated the Pariah Dark to end his tyranny.
…
Alarms blared throughout the base of the JL and everyone was at the edge of their seats seeing that the alarm originated from the Fortress of Solitude, the base of Superman containing all the knowledge from his planet Krypton.
…
Superman alongside Batman flew to the Artic to find out who trespassed, Superman fears the knowledge of Krypton falling into the wrong hands.
As they were searching around the Fortress of Solitude, they came across a castle made entirely out of ice, Superman tried to look through it but received a headache the moment he tried to use it.
With no choice left, both Batman and Superman went inside the castle to investigate.
Passing through a large double door greeted them a large spiral-shaped staircase with the finest designs out of ice. Decorations and sculptures that decorate each nook and cranny of the castle are made out of ice that has the finest details to be mistaken as the real things. The largest chandelier hangs above them that seems to sparkle each passing second due to the little sun that bounces off each glass/ice. That creates the illusion of twinkling stars.
Hearing footsteps from afar made both Batman and Superman hide in the closet that contains the cleaning supplies, looking through the smallest of cracks, they saw ice-shaped people that have sculpted hair and eyes but no mouth or nose wearing maid and butler outfits carrying books, toys and large folded sheets of clothes.
All going in the opposite direction of which they have hidden.
After making sure that those footsteps were no longer heard both Batman and Superman got out of their hiding place and went further deep the castle to investigate further.
As they are walking along the endless hallways, they suddenly heard a small humming of a tune coming from another large double door with designs of space and stars embedded on the door.
Peeking through a cracked door there they saw two green-skinned humanoid creatures with dragon-like features looking down, cooing, and humming to something. Due to their large size, they couldn’t see what they were looking for but after a few minutes, one of the human-dragon people turned off the lights and revealed their large wings, gave a few flaps and flew out alongside their companion using the large windows made from the most beautiful stained glass as an exit.
Making the coast clear Batman was the first to go inside the room while Superman looked for the switch to turn on the lights. Through his cowl, Batman tried to guess the room that their two unexpected guests could have.
The moment Batman’s eyes adjusted due to the sudden light invading his sight they immediately flabbergasted at the room could be.
A playroom, complete with safety mats and toys that are either made from ice or silk.
Looking around there they saw at the very center, a crib made out of glaciers with a space-themed mobile that seemed to spin around above the crib while releasing, looking closer there they saw a few months old human children, if the physical appearance of the child could go by.
Black hair with the faintest of freckles across his face accompanied by his light skin that can be mistaken as dead.
��Warped in the finest silks as blankets while wearing some sort of Greek clothing as a means to cover the child.
Fearing that the child was dead Batman turned to Superman to silently ask whether the child has a heartbeat or not.
Superman stated that the child has a heartbeat a bit slow for his life but a heartbeat none less.
Superman picks up the child with the resolve to return to the JL base to give the child a full check-up as well as to return him to his rightful parents.
Batman countered that the humanoid-dragon-like people could be his parents but before Superman could even counter his claim flaps of wings were heard from a distance.
In a panic, both Superman and Batman fled the room unknowingly carrying the infant.
…
At the JL base, Batman is scolding Superman for taking what could be a human-like dragon people’s child. Superman may have countered that the child he was carrying has no features from either of the possible parent and could be a kidnapped infant from the earth so that those humanoid dragons could play house.
The Green Lanterns try to look for any planet that could be the origin of those dragon people, while the rest of the League are split in siding with Superman or Batman.
With each passing second the volume of their argument kept getting higher and higher thus waking the infant still on Superman’s arm.
Blue eyes like the sky and ice greeted them as the infant yawned as of saying that they have disturbed his nap time.
Flash who was vibrating on his skin to coo at the child immediately ran up to Superman to take the infant.
But the moment Danny saw the faintest amount of electricity that was being emitted from the Flash immediately started to wail.
Loud but not loud enough to level the JL base, every JL member present with enhanced hearing covered their ears instinctively due to the noise the unbearable noise.
Batman immediately snatched the child from Superman’s arm and began calming the child.
After calming down the infant till he is only whimpering a very pale Constantine, Dr. Fate and Zattana burst into the meeting room scanning each nook and cranny till their eyes landed on the child that was still whimpering in Batman’s arms.
Constantine demanded why on earth they have a child from the Infinite Realms and began to panic.
As Constantine was out of commission for panicking Dr, Fate explained what the Infinite Realms is.
As they were about to get back the child to where the ice castle was located another alarm blared at the JL base.
Cyborg who was immediately typing across the computer for further explanation as see whether they have another world-ending threat made them double take.
A blue-skinned man whose hair is unbound by gravity and floats upwards as if it was flames accompanied by two more people.
One who looks like a vampire removing the avoidance of the sun as well adding a blue tone to his skin. Another looks like a female version of the first one aside from the green eyes and dark skin tone.
Zattana stuttering asked herself in a whispering voice why on earth King Phantom is destroying government facilities alongside the Count Masters as well the Princess of the Infinite Realms in the human world.
Each time they demolish a facility down to the dust and rubbles they began scanning the area for what?
A clapping and sound removed them from the carnage shown on the screen and saw the infant still in Batman’s arms reaching toward the people on the screen.
Constantine mumbled something and began looking at the screen and the infant, and started widening his eyes as if he had just connected the dots.
A union between a human and a ghost are unheard of but the fact that no new life/ afterlife was introduced since Pariah Dark made every life/ ghost in the Realms are now precious.
But the resemblance between King Phantom and the infant in Batman’s arms is uncanny and so Constantine reached a possible conclusion alongside Dr. Fate.
Superman just kidnapped the child of King Phantom.
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PS: If someone out there wanting to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.
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Idk if you've already posted about this but opinions on Jamil's relationship with Kalim?
I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about the Scarabia duo’s dynamic before, although not in this broad of a sense 🤔 I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and condense my thoughts?
I think Kalim and Jamil’s relationship is one of the most complex among the core cast of 22. To simplify, it’s similar to “frenemies”, but it runs much deeper than that. There is a relationship on an individual level, but that in of itself also speaks to the expectations places on them in-universe , as well as real-world cultural differences.
I won't bore you with a summary of Jamil and Kalim's history I'm going to assume you did the required reading for that/j, but essentially their conflict is this: Jamil's family, the Vipers, have serviced Kalim's family, the Asims, for generations. Kalim sees Jamil as a childhood friend that has grown up alongside him, but Jamil sees Kalim as an ignorant and useless master. Jamil doesn't want to live this life of servitude, nor does he want to keep playing second fiddle to Kalim by downplaying his own abilities to maintain the illusion of Kalim being better than him. When this is revealed in book 4, Kalim tries to apologize to Jamil and even insists that they can still be friends or just start over as rivals. This offer is swiftly rejected by Jamil, who claims he wants nothing to do with Kalim anymore. Come book 5 though, Jamil informs us that he has decided to stay by Kalim's side for now, as it just isn't feasible for him to "break free" right away (Jamil wants to work on rebuilding his reputation, which has taken a plummet since book 4).
Now, before I move on with my thoughts, I want to point out a difference in how EN and JP presents Jamil and Kalim's relationship. JP is very clear in delineating that Jamil is a servant and Kalim is the master. Meanwhile, EN obfuscates the true nature of their relationship by labeling Jamil an "employee" and Kalim as the "employer", which come across as less of a power dynamic than that of servant and master and thus dampens the seriousness of his eventual emotional breakdown.
Another major difference which may impact how you see the duo is some book 4 dialogue changes. When asked by Grim why he doesn’t stand up to Kalim, Jamil very explicitly says in JP that Kalim’s father could make the Viper family suffer for it. In EN, this was changed to Jamil complaining that his parents would lecture him. In the original JP text, Jamil then continues and says that his whole family would be put out on the streets due to his own selfishness, and that’s something he won’t allow to happen. He also remarks that “this is the fate of those born a Viper”, referring to generational trauma. In EN, this doesn’t happen; Jamil just implies he doesn’t want to get scolded, which is admittedly a much… lesser consequence than what was stated in JP.
Please note that these differences between the original script and the localization may affect how some fans interpret Kalim and Jamil's relationship.
These are things I've mentioned in other discussions of "potential solutions" to this conflict, but I'll repeat them here before going into more detail since they are relevant. In book 4, Kalim offers Jamil whatever he wants (even the dorm seat and Kalim going home to his family). To this, Jamil refuses and states very clearly that "as long as Kalim exists", he can never be content. I feel that oftentimes this is interpreted very literally, as in "Jamil wants to kill Kalim because he hates Kalim and/or hates serving Kalim". But just because a character says one thing doesn't mean it's what they actually mean. If you think about it, what does killing Kalim do for Jamil? Aren't there countless other Asim siblings he could be sent to serve once Kalim is gone? What Jamil is literally saying does not make sense.
The other way to interpret his words is that Jamil is using Kalim as a scapegoat for all of his frustrations with larger problems that have no physical form or simple solution to them. Recall that their arrangement has been going on for several generations now—Jamil's parents, too, were given no choice in whether or not they wanted to devote their lives to the Asims, but it's all they've known and all they will enforce onto their own children to keep the cycle going. This is the root cause of Jamil's suffering—but he isn't exactly a time wizard, and there isn't a simple solution to something that has been brewing for hundreds of years. It's easier for him to cope with the unfavorable circumstances by directing his hatred towards someone convenient. And who could be more convenient to blame than the young master Jamil is forced to serve? He becomes the symbol, nay the face, of what Jamil detests about the system that put him here. This is a case of generational trauma and Jamil not knowing how to cope with it other than lashing out at someone who is unaware of his suffering.
On the other side of this equation, Kalim gets a lot of flack for not noticing Jamil's pain and not intervening to help him out despite claiming that he cares for Jamil. The is coming from an omnipotent perspective (as in, we have all the information so we feel entitled to cast judgment on the characters), rather than from Kalim's perspective. We, the audience, understand Jamil's inner turmoil due to how the game presents us with each OB boy's backstory. Kalim doesn't get to have that. He may be an empathetic individual, but he also isn't a mind reader. Jamil actively hides his true resentment from Kalim. And if you were in Kalim's shoes, given everything you want and praised endlessly, why would you suspect your childhood friend, who is always at your side, to hate of you or to hate working for you (especially when Kalim is the type of person to blindly trust others)? Of course he would be totally oblivious. The Asims are so obnoxiously wealthy and privileged that they can afford to shelter their children from the harsh realities of the world, and that includes the plight of those that toil for their family. Kalim is not used to people telling him he's wrong or he sucks or he can't have something; it's how he was raised and in part why he remains largely ignorant of the real world. He shouldn't be faulted for how he grew up and the limited worldview that resulted from it; that’s something he cannot control. What he can control is his own behavior, and that’s why we see post-book 4 as he takes steady strides to earn recognition rather than be handed it simply for existing.
On the topic of Kalim intervening (whether that is through speaking with his own father and/or speaking to Jamil's parents), well... Firstly, I don't think Kalim is someone who would intentionally keep another in a bad situation out of malice or out of selfishness/not wanting to lose Jamil (as some have suggested). Yes, he deeply values Jamil's company, but I don't think he would keep someone with him knowing that they would be completely miserable even if he would be happy. Kalim is someone who cares so much for the wellbeing of others, especially his friends. He will literally give you the world at the slightest inconvenience. I suspect that there is another reason why he hasn't spoken to an adult about what went down: and that's actually consideration for Jamil’s situation.
Let's imagine a scenario where Kalim does approach his dad or the Viper parents. What exactly would he say? I suppose Kalim doesn't necessarily need to tell them about the OB, but just telling them "Jamil is not happy doing this" may not be enough on of itself to invoke a change of mind. To the Asims, they get capable people they can trust and keep close to them. To the Vipers (the parents), they are compensated for their work (Jamil implies the Vipers are quite well-off, though not to the same extent as the Asims) and are provided job stability. I don’t think either side would be willing to end a long-standing arrangement like what their families have so quickly just because there is one open instance of discontent. It is practically tradition and mindset at this point. The groups are mutually benefitting (at the cost of individual freedoms). Letting go of that isn't as easy as deciding whether or not it would be pleasant to be punched; it isn't a binary of "freeing the genie" or "keeping the genie bound to the lamp", there will inevitably be a mess left in its wake to clean up after. Again, this is generational trauma which has been normalized for generations and generations. It cannot be solved with a single conversation, the same as all the other OB boys' traumas.
Let’s say that Kalim does spill the beans about Jamil’s OB in an effort to convince them then (assuming they’d need some extreme justification). Wouldn’t that just make everyone panic and further damage Jamil’s reputation? What would the Asims and the Vipers think of him? Maybe Jamil would be released from his duties out of concern for Kalim’s safety, but what would this do to the Viper family as a whole? Jamil mentioned they could be thrown out onto the streets if they were dismissed from the Asims or found out to have so much as spoken out against Kalim. That fear could become their reality.
Another variant of "Kalim could do something about it" is simply "Kalim can release Jamil on his own". In book 5, Jamil even says that he will continue to be Kalim's aid "until Kalim dismisses him". So why not give Jamil the freedom he wants? Kalim himself seems pretty receptive to the idea, or at least to what he views as a very simple solution. Well, 1) there's no way their families wouldn't find out and question it, they are teenagers and cannot just give the middle finger and proceed to do whatever they want, and 2) again, consideration for Jamil. (It could also be said that the current Kalim just isn’t mature enough or emotionally ready to let Jamil go, but we’ll save this point to discuss later.)
Jamil cannot leave of his own will because he worries about what that would mean for his family and their livelihood. (Again, this harkens back to the line he had in JP where he said the Vipers could be thrown out into the streets.) They could get jobs doing something else, sure—but their reputations may be forever stained by departing from the Asims (especially if Kalim basically fires him). They could be scorned, ostracized, maybe even blacklisted, no matter how amicable the departure is. Kalim being Kalim would offer to pull strings to smooth things over for Jamil—but the thing is, that’s probably not what Jamil wants. He wants to be able to live free from the Asim’s influence, and likely has too much pride to accept assistance from them.
I would argue that social shame is a very subtle yet looming threat for the Scarabia duo, and particularly Jamil (especially if you look at the original Japanese text). Social shame is something that is prominent in Japan, and this aspect of Kalim and Jamil's story may not translate well for western audiences. Japan is a collectivist culture. That means the status of the group (the Viper family in this case) is more valued than the status of the individual (ie Jamil). In western countries, this is reversed and the individual is seen as more important than the group (individualism). Because of this, western audiences may not fully understand why Jamil is putting his family's needs above his own, why he doesn't talk back to parents that actively keep him down, or why he doesn’t just… rebel on the spot.
Jamil would bring intense social shame upon his family if he chose to leave or got fired. His behavior would reflect poorly on his family, likely attracting criticism of his parents for how they raised such a rebellious child and perhaps even limit the opportunities they have in the future depending on how intense the shaming is. He would feel guilty about being the cause for their fall from grace. Jamil is immensely worried about what his parents, his dorm mates, and society at large will think of him breaking from tradition and betraying the family for what would be seen as selfish and self-serving reasons. (Ideas which are all reflected in Jamil’s JP dialogue, where he comments on his own selfishness and how it could impact his family.) These may not seem very serious to those from western countries, but social shame and intense filial piety has the capacity to put so much pressure on an individual and cause their mental state to deteriorate.
Remember, too, that Jamil is already facing social shame at school for what he did in book 4 and he specifically says he has chosen to stay with Kalim to regain the lost rep. This is why he cannot be freed from his shackles as easily as Aladdin made a wish to grant the Genie his freedom. Jamil constantly has to consider the consequences and social ramifications of his own actions on his family and their wellbeing. Isn't it plausible, then, that Kalim, who is now aware of Jamil's true feelings but is also aware of the long-standing circumstances between the Asims and the Vipers, to bite his tongue and wait for less precarious conditions before even pitching the idea? Additionally, he would also technically be supporting Jamil's current wishes by standing aside for now (Jamil is willingly staying to aid Kalim in an attempt to rebuild his reputation). Is that not in the spirit of mindfulness that Scarabia extols? Mindfulness is not just knowing when to act, but when to not act. I think Kalim’s just doing what he can within a preexisting system to support Jamil’s decisions and (limited) autonomy.
Something that I feel often isn’t brought up is the responsibility that Jamil’s parents play in all of this. A lot of the blame is put on the Asims for hiring the Vipers as servants, but the fact of the matter is that the Viper parents are the ones forcing Jamil to be subservient to Kalim. They are also guilty in perpetuating the problem by projecting onto their eldest child and urging him to follow in their footsteps. Jamil is their child, so there should be some responsibility on them for not giving him the freedom to choose his own career path and teaching Jamil that he should keep his head down and always be inferior to Kalim. The blame isn’t squarely on Papa Asim (who isn’t even guilty of starting this relationship, it has been happening for generations before him; he’s just perpetuating it), this is a shared issue.
Now, as to whether or not Kalim and Jamil could or should be friends despite the bad blood between them?? It’s really on Jamil if he will reciprocate or not since Kalim already offered the olive branch. As it’s currently going, I don’t think it will happen anytime soon. There’s no doubt that a relationship with Kalim would be a valuable asset (not just for negotiating Jamil leaving and doing his own thing, but in general for the future), but whether the benefits outweigh the mental anguish of associating Kalim with his generational trauma is worth it… well, there’s no doubt that Kalim wants to start over, make amends, and be equals with Jamil, but it’s not up to Kalim to decide to make friends or not. That’s Jamil’s choice, and ironically one of the few choices he does have 😔
I do think Jamil would be happier away from Kalim for some time, finally allowed to enjoy solitude and doing whatever he wants to. Kalim would be sad about this, but then again who wouldn’t be sad to lose someone you consider your friend since childhood? That ability to let go is also something he has to learn for himself, and I feel that’s going to be a component to Kalim’s future character development.
Kalim has been doing his part to keep a distance from Jamil and develop his own agency and sense of awareness (at least in the main story; the events and vignettes are kinda screwy timeline-wise). Jamil’s working on getting over his own ego and learning how to use his own traits as strengths rather than wallowing about what he doesn’t have or looking down on others. They’re trying to improve themselves independently of one another, and I think that’s beneficial for them both.
I would personally label the Scarabia duo’s dynamic as a toxic one, but it’s not “toxic” in the way we typically think of. Often when we see “toxic”, we think of someone who is malicious and intentionally so. In Kalim and Jamil’s case, Kalim isn’t purposefully mistreating Jamil, but their circumstances are such that Kalim existing hurts him and starves Jamil of freedom. This causes Jamil to lash out (which is more closely aligned with what most would perceive as “toxic”)—but, in a way, many can understand and sympathize with Jamil’s actions. It’s like a never-ending cycle of hate 😔
I do find their dynamic (Kalim being a big ol’ gullible ball of sunshine, Jamil hovering and nagging him for being silly) entertaining on a surface level. However, it’s really stressful for me to observe them for prolonged periods of time knowing the family history keeping them in these arbitrary roles 💦 It’s quite interesting to look at their conflict on a larger scale rather than an individual one; it’s a problem with society and systems they can’t necessarily fix on their own, but when the question arises as to whether they can work together to tear down those expectations, Jamil’s pride and negative feelings for Kalim pose a roadblock.
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People don't talk about yandere! Atsushi and yandere! Akutagawa and you know what, that's a real shame. Lucky you, I'm here to change that.
Tell you the truth, I feel like they both have a similar type of person they like - someone kind.
Neither one of them is used to any sort of kindness or goodness being extended towards them so this would be something that catches their attention immediately. While Chuuya and Dazai are a bit more complex with what kind of person they like, thus making it almost impossible for them to fall for the same person, Atsushi and Akutagawa aren't like that. They're simple people in their cores who only want some attention.
There's a good chance that you are nothing more than a civilian who's just living your best life and meeting either one of them was by pure chance. Atsushi is definitely the type who would fall for you if you just smiled at him and that smile would be engraved inside his mind for ages - did you really just smile at him? Him, Atsushi Nakajima?
Did he die and go to Heaven?
He's probably the type who would say "I should avoid them, I'm not good enough for them." only to accidentally follow you around town, oops. He is awkward and blushes like a schoolgirl but you always indulge him and never make fun of him. He was always met with kindness and understanding which never fails to make his limbs turn into jelly. Atsushi does his best to be there for you and he likes to be helpful in any way he can ie. carrying your bags for you, helping with chores, disposing of anyone who he thinks is a threat, all that good stuff!
Akutagawa though, he's... He's not quite so easy to woo. Well, he is but not in the same manner as Atsushi.
Those who kill better be prepared to be killed themselves, that is something that Akutagawa has said to himself since day one. He is aware of everything he does and knows all too well that with one wrong step or one bad encounter with the wrong person could end his bitter life in less than a second. He is a person who is used to conflict and abuse in any way, shape and form - just imagine how jarring it would be for him if he met someone who was genuinely nice.
Akutagawa prefers to take on solo missions so you might find him injured on the side of the street and offer yourself to help him but he is having none of it. He's limping and choking on his own blood but he keeps angrily mumbling that he is fine, he has been through worse and he does not need your stupid help.
That's what you are to him, stupid. Can't you take a hint? Leave him be. If he so wished he could tear you to shreds right where you stood, there would be nothing left of you and no one would be able to recognize you, no one to claim your body.
Just as he was about to voice out his thoughts those same words die on his tongue as he takes one good look at you and for a split second his heart is no longer his own. It leaps forward with an emotion he has never felt before as an overwhelming feeling of softness takes over.
Despite his gruff and honestly downright horrible attitude he is grateful to you. He owes you now and he kind of hates a little you because of that but that's besides the point.
Akutagawa makes no effort to be in your life like Atsushi but he lingers, almost like a shadow. Blink and you'll miss him, he always disappears into the crowd just before you even think about calling out to him, his only trace of even being there is his just barely visible black coat that flutters along with the wind as he casually strolls away to the opposite direction.
He would however take great offense if he saw you with Atsushi.
Bitter anger overcomes him as he spends his days following you and the weretiger around, a permanent scowl etched onto his face as he is forced to watch that stupid beast slobber all over you like a dog in heat. "He is pathetic and weak." Akutagawa thinks to himself.
"He could never protect you like I could."
He's playing dumb but Atsushi is aware that he is being followed especially if he is with you, his favorite person. His senses have never led him astray and he is quick to figure out the identity of the stalker. He's nervous, does he make the first move and confront Akutagawa? What does he even want? Days turn into weeks and Atsushi's patience is on thin ice, he has to know.
Strong as he is, Akutagawa was sloppy, tracking him was a cakewalk. He hid himself in the shadows close to the building you were currently in and was most likely waiting for you to exit.
His attack was swift and merciless, pinning Akutagawa to the ground was almost too easy. Naturally, Akutagawa's troublesome ability was quick to retaliate as Atsushi could feel Rashomon's sharp talons being pressed against his back meanwhile Atsushi's own claws nearly slit Akutagawa's throat.
They were neck and neck. Had they not been so close to so many civilians there was no doubt that a horrible brawl would have happened but due to their specific circumstances they called a truce... Barely.
If looks could kill Atsushi would be buried six feet under but he felt no fear, all he wanted was to understand what Akutagawa was doing. The man in black scoffs and turns his back to the weretiger, as if Atsushi was already supposed to know the answer.
"I am in their debt." he says as a matter of factly.
"I could never allow you out of all people to keep that person safe."
Oh his words stung... but Atsushi bit his tongue and calmly (read clenched teeth) asked for a proper explanation and after what felt like hours he finally got one.
Akutagawa has the emotional intelligence of a rock and Atsushi knows this. He is frustrated with the fact that Akutagawa wants to be so close to you but he knows he can't beat him nor can it happen the other way around.
There really was no getting out of this.
In that moment Atsushi made a split second decision that was either going to make his life Hell or maybe, just maybe, a little bit easier.
The two of them made a deal - they were both going to keep an eye out for you. Neither one could be too pushy or demanding, they needed to play fair.
As much as they hated each other they could at least agree that your safety was the most important thing of all.
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Summary: Levi feels overwhelming jealous and decides that nothing better to set things clear of who owns who than a good old fucking
WARNINGS: SMUT, HEAVILY EXPLICIT CONTEXT. Levi x reader. Dubious concent, Degradation, spitting, oral sex, oral male sex, harsh sex, vaginal sex. Top Levi. Sub Yn. UNSAFE SEX, don't be silly guys wear condoms not like Levi here. Desk sex. Canon universe. Dirty talk. Smut. Praise kink. Possessive behaviour. Possessive sex. Rough sex. Breeding kink.
Context: Y/n and Erwin used to flirt but it never reached far. They broke up before anything happened. Y/n and Levi began to have a relationship, Levi was her first. Levi get overwhelmingly jealouse. THIS takes place before Erwin becomes a commander or Levi a captain BUT, after the events of ACWNR.
I wrote this to practise smut for my main multichapter Levi fic, this my 4th smut so be nice lol. I'm self concious of my smuts so... practice makes perfect. This could be consider an spin off from my fanfic Holy Ground.
Thats it... in case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to tell me.
She was so happy, the way she jiggled and did a little dance in her place during lunch. The smile from one ear to another, it was absurdly big for her face. Levi just admired from the other side of the table, the glass (that was actually made of wood) of water close to his lips and he couldn’t help to smile a little bit. If she was happy then he was too, it was as simple as that.
“I’m going to be in charge, I’m going to be in charge” She repeated almost mockingly but also cheeky, as if it was a little kid showing off their win.
“The commander will still be around, don’t forget that,” Hange reassured the girl, who was getting ahead of herself, with it. The brunette was smiling tired as if they were the mother who succumb to the idea and wasn’t getting as much credit as they should “I agreed to Erwin to this, don’t forget that either”
“Yes Yes! Thank you!” The girl hastily agreed.
“She’s not listening to me,” Hange said while chuckling bitterly.
“She’s definitely not listening to you,” Levi agreed with them.
Y/N squealed again, gritting her teeth as the emotion was too much to handle. Erwin was leaving for a week to the capital and he had just announced to her that she could fill his work during his absence. Not that he was letting her do any actual leading work but more like not letting his paperwork accumulate and make sure everybody delivered their part on time.
Those were the crumbs of Erwin’s job, even when he wasn’t officially the commander yet and Shadis was still around, but it was the biggest official responsibility the girl was getting tastes off and she was enjoying it as there was no idea. It was a high state to be in, not only for the responsibility but also for the relief. Not only hers but everyone else. ‘War is over’
It was a shared alleviation, with both of them on good terms. The trench war that had fallen upon everybody during winter had been lifted. ‘They are in good terms, not a couple but good terms and that’s what it matter,’
They were over, both. Y/N was secretly dating Levi but it was like a whispered fact. They didn’t give any sort of hint that they could be together but people could feel it, or at least those who wanted to believe it. Erwin on the other hand was playing the mature party, the ‘we are comrades of many years and also friends, let's keep the friendship’.
Then, once the not hostile interactions began again people were quick to question him ‘Are you two back together?’ and the answer was always ‘We had always been friends, that’s what we are,’
Levi wondered if it hurted the blond, at the beginning it was obvious but time heals everything… right?
That was another hard edge of the polygon that this situation was. Levi and Erwin had been setting the base of a good comrades and friendship relationship. What was an enmity when the short man came to the scouts, became a mutual respect and, then it evolved to both starting to get along. What felt a disinterest of the blond’s romantic situation with his actual girlfriend become a ‘I’m fucking his ex behind his back’.
Not that Levi regretted it but he wasn’t used to that, playing those sort of games and the guiltiness of not being the mature party to set things clear made him grim uneasy. ‘I own him an explanation’
“Should I pay for the cleaning service or the first time is free?” Erwin questioned, entertained, as Levi, who came to deliver some papers, got overwhelmed with the state of the office and began to clean on pure will.
“How the fuck can you work in the state this place is in? When was the last time you brushed the fucking dust from this shelfs?” Levi, who was already in a whole rampage of cleaning duties, complained.
“I’m doing my job, Shadis’ job and trying to make sure the scouts aren’t erased from the military… I’ve not had time recently to keep the space tidy,” Erwin excused himself while he went back to work on his desk.
From his peripheral view, he could see the agile and tiny shadow of Levi moving around the office, murmuring to himself and clicking his tongue like a mother who says ‘nobody helps me in this house?! what are you going to do the day I am no longer here?’
“This is not the first time you have this shitty load of work, I’ve never seen your office this fucking pigsty,” Levi lectured again and as soon as he said it, he regret it.
“Well… mh,” Erwin doubtful tried to find the politically correct and ambiguous answer “Someone else took care of it before,”
They both knew the reality to that. Levi didn’t insist because he was one of the reasons that person wasn’t doing these duties anymore. The blond also joined in the mood. This time, silently, Levi kept carrying on his previous activities. Without an actual team to lead and had finished training cadets in the morning, his afternoons were quiet and relaxed.
“If you don’t want me to mess up your stuff, say it now beforeI lose my boundaries,” The shorter man clarified as he had finished tidying up the place.
Only the office was suffering the rampage of his obsessive behavior but the attached bathroom and bedroom felt off limits. The future captain wanted to respect those boundaries.
“Erwin,” He insisted.
“Sorry, what?” The blond raised his attention from the papers to look at the other man then, as he processed the words , he replied “Oh yeah, please, feel free.”
“You sure? even the room and the bathroom?”
“I’ll clean every corner…” he insisted.
“You’ll make me a huge favour,”
Erwin chuckled a bit dry “I don’t know what you think I hide in my personal chambers but yeah, go ahead,”
Those words kept resonating in Levi’s head. His pale fingers folded the laundry and then found a place for them in the wardrobe. Between the tide of uniforms, bluish and purplish pieces of clothes there was a striking colour at the back of it. Levi, who was kneeled on the ground to tidy up the bottom of the closet, didn’t give credit to his own eyes.
Behind boxes that probably had special occasion outfits that were worth keeping separated from the rest. Behind the couple pairs of spare training boots, behind some perfumes, behind some tightly squeezed sweaters that he wasn’t wearing during this hot season, behind all that there was something that had a pastel pink ribbon.
That was all Levi saw between the space of the hanging laces of the spare boots. The colour was striking, nothing like the rest. It was so back in the wardrobe, so covered up, so squeezed on the deepest corner that it screamed ‘I’m a secret’
But Levi had been there before searching for secrets, back when Isabel and Furlan were still around and if that pink thing ‘whatever that is’ had been there, he would have seen it. There was something so particular about that shade of pink with golden tiny letters on the edges. He had seen those before, he knew exactly what that was the second his eyes landed on it.
His pale hand slowly but surely penetrated to the back of the wardrobe, reached the pink ribbon and pulled from it. The champagne coloured cardboard bag had the name of the expensive Sina’s wall clothes shop that his, his, girlfriend liked so much. The subtle rose pearl ribbon was tying the opening of the bag. The satin fabric of it shined gracefully in the light of the room and felt like velvet under Levi’s finger as he pulled from it.
Usually, he was known for his stoic uninterested expression but right there, he was lost in the process. His lips slightly parted, his hands grabbed and pulled out part of the items inside of the bag. A perfume, hygiene stuff, a cute thick baby blue dress, stockings, what seemed to be pyjamas, a thick knitted cardigan, cute soft and pretty rose pearl underwear.
He didn’t need to get it closer to his face to smell it, it stinked with his girlfriend’s perfume. He didn’t need to check the size of it, because he knew it by heart. He didn’t need to question where he got it from because Levi already knew.
Morning before leaving to the former HQ of the scouts for their winter break, their winter break. Before the ball, before all the shit that went down. Her, his sweet baby girl, carrying on that cardboard bag on her elbow as she delivered Erwin’s breakfast. The cardboard bag with the clothes for the morning after the ball, the morning that was meant to happen but never did. The morning after everything was planned for them to lay together for the first time. That cardboard bag.
It hit him like a bulk of ice water. The simple thought of those ridiculously expensive clothes that his girlfriend wore lying there as a dirty secret made him want to throw up in range.
‘What do you do with her fucking clothes? you jerk off? you sniff them? to keep them as a last hope or a lost dream? you keep them… you keep my woman’s clothes. You, you who said you moved on, you who said that you just wanted her as friends’
Levi, who had plenty of sex but non relationships before this, was the only authorised to keep Y/N’s clothes aside from herself, obviously. Because those were her clothes in his place. He felt it possessing his body, the rage. The thought of his innocent angel talking to the blond and him observing her to keep memory for later on, later on when he may grab those stockings and stroke his dick with them.
‘if this was the underground…’ Levi said to himself ‘I would have cut your dick off and fed it to the dogs, then I would have made you bed for it,’
Levi gritted his teeth so hard that they began to make a crackly sound against themselves, painfully almost.
The anger was clouding his judgement, he knew that Erwin was much more than just his girl's ex and so that made the thought stop there… a mere thought. ‘We are not in the underground,’ Levi remind to himself. While down there taking matters into bloody hands was the norm, and the recommended if you wanted to keep your own head safe and send the message; Levi was smart enough to quiet himself down.
‘I need to be subtle like this surface assholes yet assertive’
He was quick to place everything right as it was, hide the crime scene and Levi had cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene. Once the door opened, he was just making the bed.
“You want tea?” Erwin's approach was friendly, perhaps happy that Levi was finally easing out between both.
“Sure”
His face was stoic as usual, the voice was monotone as it should be but the eyes. Erwin was a clever man and he noticed the change of attitude, those silver ones were aiming for blood.
“Everything alright?” the commander in line questioned.
“If by alright you mean the mess you have in this fucking place,” Levi replied and moved to the door of the room as he knew the tea was going to be at the office.
“Ah, sorry,” Erwin chuckled, slightly imprinting a ‘non-aggressive’ attitude.
‘Calm down, calm down,’ his head repeated ‘I had always liked to save the best bite for last, savour the taste,’
But the overwhelming feeling of foreign anger was a demon possession. Y/N was his first romantic partner and he had made it clear that she was the last one. Dealing with the necessity of making clear that something was ‘mine, mine and only mine’ and the overtaking greedy green demon of jealousy was something he wasn’t used to.
Especially since they were trying to keep it as a secret. Like an optical illusion that once you see it, you can’t undo it. Levi felt his trust in any aspect of the matter abandoned his rational side, Erwin wasn’t trustful around his girl. His girl. How his large hand would land on the bottom of her back as he squeezed to pass through on a tricky small corridor.
‘Why doesn’t he stuck his hand on his fucking asshole before touching her?”
Or the little tap on her shoulders as he appeared to reach for a book she was jumping for. Her pounding expression as he messed up with her height. The smile he gave her, the adoring eyes of a lost lover. Levi felt as if he was losing his mind.
“You alright?” Hange questioned, concerned next to him during dinner as he had dead eyes, that type of expression he usually saved to hunt titans outside of the walls.
“Yeah,” He quickly replied but the pressure his fingertips put against the palm of his hands wasn’t healthy or painless. They were walking back to the blond’s office, for more paperwork before his trip. Levi hadn’t even mentioned to her, he kept it to himself. But if he had to declare it to her, he would have say “I trust you! I don’t trust him,”
‘I can’t take the bag away, he will notice,’ Levi replayed the options in his head as his insomnia kept him up at his shared room in the male barracks.
The simple thought of those clothes pure as a white dove laying in Erwin’s personal chambers was driving him nuts. They smelled like innocence because that was what she was before Levi stepped in, and that innocence was something she gave up for him. It was his gift, Levi was the man that made her feel safe enough. Erwin had no right in keeping a little fragment of that innocence.
‘Maybe he forgot to give it back,’ His only rational size tried to fight back the overtaking of his soul ‘Please, he had over half an year to give them back. Those clothes weren’t forgotten, they were laying perfectly saved and protected there. There were kept with love, with affection, with lust’
His memory recalled that time that someone dared to cut Isabel’s hair and how quick he was to kill them. ‘I’ve grown soft’
‘We are not in the underground anymore,’
He waited for his dessert patiently so the third day of Erwin’s absence, he insisted on delivering papers to his office. She was there, immaculate, and sat down on a chair that looked absurdly big for her. Y/N smiled brightly when he crossed the room, submerged in paperwork. Trying to give more than just her best performance, prove she was worthy of such responsibility.
“Hey there” her voice was soft and excited, it held the kind of feelings that being in love could only. It bothered him how much it made him tremble inside, getting her adoration gaze upon him.
“I made you tea,” Levi said as if the tray with it wasn’t enough information and then added “And more paperwork,”
She groaned a complaint and stood up, the chair was pushed backwards to hit the window on the back. Her slightly bending position over the desk as she tried to add perspective to the strategy plans that she was analysing. If she hadn't been so lost in her work, she would have noticed the lock click or the tray left at a side round table and not at the desk.
The pencil in her rosy lips moved from one side to the other as she studied the situation. The candle burned steady on the upper right corner and the window revealed the dark panorama of the training forest. It was late, late enough for cadets to be on curfew and superiors crawling back to their chambers.
“You’re getting yourself overwork, let him have some shit to do when he comes back,” Levi said. His finger brushed her hair out of the way, scooping it to her right side and making the hairs of her neck raise.
She hummed as Levi grabbed the sides of her hips and pushed them backwards, her cheeks resting on top of his groin as his fingers tried to feel the flesh of her thighs through the uniform.
“Oi, I’m talking to you,” He insisted as she kept her attention on the blueprints.
With the neck exposed he began to kiss and gently suck the sweet stop of it right where the jaw met the neck. Taking his time nibbling the left shoulder and the collarbone as his left hand left the hip and pushed the white shirt she was wearing to a side.
Her humble mixed with a repressed moan resonated, her hand trying to push the one that remained securing her hips, “I’ve a lot to do,” was her first attempt to brush it off, “I need to focus, Levi,” she insisted.
His lips were persistent trailing her shoulders to her neck, as the nibbling became playful bites that made him dip his teeth slightly deeper.
She chuckled, “Stop it,” without any conviction in it. Her teeth pressured slightly on her bottom lip as she enjoyed the demanded attention from her lover. Levi’s sucking the tender parts made her escape a shy moan.
“Miss L/N? I’m retiring for the day,” a strong knock at the door of an office that wasn’t hers and the voice of a soldier on the other side made her come back to her senses.
“Sure, you’re dismissed from activities John,” She replied quickly readjusting her shirt, ashamed. Levi’s patronising hand didn’t leave her hips which made her turn around frowning seriously.
“Stop it, you’re insane if you think we will do anything here,” she whispered.
Y/N had hardly initiated anything before, her girlhood lost only a couple of months. Therefore Levi had always been the controlling one and, aside from his personal preferences, kept it vanilla. She was a little delicate Sina’s wall flower, unused to the rough handling and a taste made for sweets.
Levi’s pale slender finger tapped rhythmically the bones of her hips that he refused to let go and little could she do against his power. Thoughtful, he observed intensely making her pale. Silver piercing eyes in the search of any weakness.
She glazed around, “I-I don’t want to disobey him,”
Levi’s stoic expression remained outside, but he could feel his core burn with irritation. The mere thought of Erwin’s feelings or wishes holding privilege over him made him tutted.
“Oh,” a breathless mock, baring teeth as the clench of anger turned into a smirk. Levi allowed a chuckle to escape momentarily before humming “So it’s a matter of orders?”
The sudden change of attitude made her turn around completely, “Well yeah…” she hesitated “He’s… my future commander,”
The dark haired man frowned intensely, each word filled the fire that burned him from inside.
“No, no,” his voice was passive and quiet but deep. His movements were casual, as he raised a hand to touch his jaw, wondering or pretending that he did. Before the same hand grabbed her soft face, pressuring the cheeks together as his thumb caressed her lips. They began to turn so scarlet with blood rushing in. This thumb pushed her bottom lip down as he admired the inside without rush, he had all the time of the world.
The girl, on the other hand, timidly tried to remain still as her mind battled the idea of comprehending what was going on.
“I’m the man you answer to, I own this pampered little body of yours,” Levi’s voice got authoritarian as it got firm, not excitement whatsoever as if he held all the power. Why the rush or the strength if he already knew who was in charge “If I say that we are fucking here, with me bending you over this polished desk so I can fuck you harsher and steadier than in a bed, to the point the only shit you can do is part your legs wider trying to fit me in that slutty tight cunt. The only possible answer from you is asking if I want my cock sucked first.”
“You’re getting it all wrong, sweetheart,” His voice was steady and patronising, as he was talking to a child. “He’s not your commander, he’s nothing of you and you’re all mine.”
The push on her chin to make the head bend downwards, forcing her eyes to look up.
She was in a complete blank state, Levi had never behaved like this before. But she felt her heart thudding, was all she could feel aside from the saliva accumulate. The thought that she may have been biting more than she could chew echoed at the distance. Her body filled with the stupidness of bravery, the shameless intrigued to know how far this could go. Poisoning curiosity clouded her judgement as Levi’s voice deepened with husk.
The only few inches that made Levi taller than her felt like feets. The strength that he showed off in the training grounds felt like completely put into the grip of her cheeks and this new version of him, that she wasn’t entirely sure from where it came from, was making her lose concentration. She had always liked Levi’s dominant nature, sure but this? She felt like she was a prey getting cornered as her aggressor wetted his lips to the thought of having her as a whole course meal.
Tired of pampered little daddy’s princess, it was time for her to learn how to please him properly. To take what he had to give and be grateful for it. They had spoiled her rotten, it was his duty to show her the place where she belonged. And that was keeping his cock wet and warm.
Words were trapped in her tight throat as her mind spinned around, trying to grasp the situation as Levi did her face. Hazily shy tongue tasted the salty feeling of the man’s thumb. The hash texture of the teeth under his digit, the velvet feeling of her tongue and the witness of her mouth around it. Enough to almost make him blush or smirk, no holding back, no anymore.
“Good girl,” Levi’s puffed heated whisper made her tremble.
Glittery eyes, the embarrassment was unfurling in her rosy cheeks. Ashamed of how much it made her feel tight and warm but yet as if there was a place inside her that wasn’t filled properly. The deepness and reassurance of his tone, she wanted to hear it forever. On repeat until it was the only word she knew.
The whiddraw of his finger, only to add two more. Index and middle pushing deeper as she voluntarily ran her tongue under them. Hollowing cheeks as the pulling sensation pushed Levi’s finger deeper. The spit filled her mouth as it got wider. The pressure those digits did against her tongue as they adventured deeper, pushing her jaw and tongue downwards as they curled at the end, forcing gag reflex. Her mental will of keep sucking as brushing her tongue against them filled her conviction despite the overwhelming feeling of throwing up. ‘His dick is bigger,’ the thought that kept her pushing forward as the man felt the spit of her lips against his knuckles, sometimes teeth nibbling slightly.
“Good girl,” he repeated, “You want to impress me?”
She hummed a positive reply as her pressure intensified while Levi took them away slowly. Rubbing his fingers together, enjoying the moisture that made them glide easily.
Taking a step behind, Levi sat down in Erwin’s English green chenille chair. Resting his weight on the pushed surface as if he carried on so much on his shoulders. Elbows on both sides as if he was waiting for entertainment. Knees parted, creating an outward tilt that made the bulge shine prideful as it strained against the tight white trousers.
It made her jolt in her body, the sight of it as if she would never get used to it. Seen it before but it was always as mesmerising as the first time. The candle was still burning on the desk. The window was as wide open behind the chair as Levi’s leg while he waited for service. The idea of anyone recognizing that there was still someone in Erwin’s office or, for goodness sake, Erwin coming back from the trip early made her tremble. Her bottom lip became a prisoner of her teeth as she still wondered how much of a good idea this was.
“You don’t call me that.” His deep frowned expression made her remain quiet “Call me commander,”
“Lev–”
“Commander, sir..” Her breaking voice as she tried to process whatever that was happening conceived him the pleasure of carrying on.
“What a good girl,” Levi breathed out, mocking how easy it was to make her obey. “Come here. Are you going to behave for me?”
Her body combusted, it felt tight and warm but empty. Her covered knees with the combat boots hit the carpet of the floor as she squeezed between the chair and the desk. Levi pondered the idea of calling someone, so they would come in and force her to gag on his dick as she kept sucking while he tugged her under the desk. ‘Maybe for another occasion,’
“I asked you a question,” Levi’s firm, demanding voice warned. His demeanour held the undertone of someone who won’t accept rebellion.
“Yes,sir- Commander, sir,” She quickly corrected, and it made a chuckle echo in his throat.
Whatever was the thing that possessed Levi was making her succumb to a situation that she truly didn’t comprehend but made her whole body feel in a way it had never done before. Her body ached with the need to take anything he offered, thank him for it and do her best to get a compliment for taking it so well.
The meat of his inner thighs felt trapped, he petted himself through his uniform pants, lazily as his body rested on the cushioned surface.
“Make me happy, do your job,” Levi ordered with his voice dying from husk. She was reluctant at first, it felt wrong that it was someone else's place. It even smelled like someone else. Levi dedicated her his undivided attention as he frowned deeply.
“Do I’ve to do all the fucking work?” Levi complained under his breath as he sighted. Pale hands quickly unbuckled his belt, then he raised slightly from his place, just to push the leather off completely and let it rest on the desk.
A short hiss quicked his breath and then he sighted, as he unbuttoned the front of his pants and dragged down the zip. His hand reached for his cock as it shifted to the contact and then pulled out.
Y/N glazed up to him, trying to find the conviction. The fear of being seen from the training ground while sucking her boyfriend’s dick at someone else's office was something hard to forget. His finger’s run through her hair before gripping it in a handful made ponytail. Strands of hair tangled with his pale fingers as he pushed her face close to him.
“C’mon. Behave..” Levi breathed out as his other hand tugged his own pants off down his thighs and grabbed his dick from the bottom.
Gripping tightly the strands, making her his as he pushed her closer. Shiny curious eyes getting closer to his cock as she didn’t push away anymore, her breath ghosted against it. The difference of temperature of his warm shaft made him want to buck his hips against it.
Yn’s mouthered herself as he lazily did one, two jerks to push down the foreskin to reveal the flushed deep red tip. The side thick vein shined proudly as he pressured near the sack and then raised up to pressure the slit. Her rosy lips parted to give it a timid kiss before flatly running her tongue against it, giving it a particular harsh suck to that throbbing vein. Closed eyes before they opened lazily to look through her eyelashes with lidded eyes.
Levi’s breath stuck on his throat as she got him wet enough to engulf him soon. “Yeah, just like that, as I taught you,” Levi growled as he remembered that those lips had only been corrupted by him. She was getting better and he could tell. By the grip of his made ponytail, he pushed himself down her throat, quickly and aggressively.
No time, no patience. He did another tug and forced more of himself deep down her throat. Enjoying the warm and the wet as he groaned echoing in the empty room. The idea that he had been training her to take him exactly as he liked him, drove him nuts.
The girl choked a noise as her eyes tear up, relaxed her jaw to take him deeper as Levi forced her head still while his hips rocked forward.
His hissing reaction to each time he drove deeper into the engulfing wetness that dripped from the corner of her stretched rosy lips. “Fuck, suck harder. I taught you how to suck a dick, didn’t I?”
‘I’m trying!’ she wanted to say but Levi was so thick, so heavily against her tongue and he wasn’t yet all the way. The tip hitted the back of her throat each time he trusted forward. If she hollowed her cheeks, she would gag more on the spit. It would have been easier to run her tongue as he pushed in if she wasn’t fighting to slack her jaw trying to fit him.
The wet glide produced obscene loud noises as it sliced Levi’s cock.
“This view is mine only mine,” Levi moaned as he observed her face contouring, eyebrows drawn together as she tried to fit him all in.
Y/n’s also glazed up to look between heavy lids Levi undo in front of her, dusty cheeks, frowned expression and nor particularly of pain, groans resonating in his throat as his dick hit his throat. She gagged, hopefully, as he hissed before letting his head fall back. It was ridiculous how much he was enjoying it. The wet lovely noises before her gag as he forced her head to bob down on him filling the office. He liked it so much that he moaned while painfully gripping her hair.
He tugged her off, impossible pumpled red lips fighting for oxygen as she was breathless. Dizzy on arousal and in confusion. Watery eyes looking up to him and he commanded “open up,”
Reflective pinky tongue out as it was covered in glistering saliva, flat exposed as Levi hollowed his pale cheeks. Gathering moisture and with a loud sound, let the spit hit her mouth.
“Swallow,” and she obeyed, at this rate not questioning much. “Open up,” he breathed and smirked at the clean surface, ready for him to ruin again. “You’re a fast learner,”
Re-adjusting his position. Without warning, his firm grip that pushed her off, forced her back on his cock. Easily slipping in, she put all her back into it. Each time an inch deeper, a harsher pressure and moved more her tongue as they got a pleasant rhythm.
“Fuck, yeah. Just like that, love. Use your tongue more,” Levi seemed to have lost all inhibitions and he began to succumb to the pet names. All she could do was whimper around it and dipping into Levi’s thighs for balance.
Seeing him come undone was marvellous, it filled her pride. Maybe he was the one in command but her mouth delivered so much pleasure that he was head slackened against the chair, hissing in need, was beyond comparison. Maybe those previous underground chicks were naturally better but Levi became insane around her, always wanting more, always ready to break another rule for the sake of having her.
Hm her throat groaning warned him when he had pushed her all the way down, her nose against the dark hairs tingling against her nose, drooling down her chin as the spit turned thicker and sticker. Deeping her nails on his legs, patting out heavily of her nose.
Handful of kick breath as she her throat pushed Levi’s head past it “Shallow, shallow all of it,”
No more resting on the chair, curved for a better view as he tighten the grip to fuck fastly her flusterring throat. Tears merciless crossed her cheeks as she jerked and turned impossible red trying to fit it all.
“That’s it, fuck.” his breathing quickling as his voice was covered in necessity and arousal “You’re taking it so well, so fucking well,”
‘Oh that’s it,’ who needs oxygen when humanity’s strongest soldier is loudly moaning how good you take it. There was no instinct of survival, as she took all of it, felt deeper each time and drooled over his hips. The burning sensation each time that he went balls deep and the prideness of taking each inch.
Sobbing as it becomes too much at some point. She wasn’t sure what was wetting her face, her tears of her split as her hazy brain fighted for survival. Her knees hurted from the strength of not falling backwards from the trust of his hips.
“Fuck, yes yes,” Levi was in his own world, scratching the desk chair that didn’t belong to him. Staining with dark spots the chenille each time that he drove to abused that hole “Fucking shit,”
At this rate, she wasn’t even trying to not gag to reduce the chances of someone hearing. She couldn’t take it anymore, too much. Her lungs hurted as her hand pinched his thighs, patted them. Anything that would make Levi erase the grip. Finally free, Yn rested one hand on the floor as she caught her breath.
“God…” she hissed dizzy, coughing as their ragged breath filled the place. Levi took a brief moment to observe her down, quickly catching his breath before raising from the chair to grab something from the desk.
Piercing grey eyes looking into her demanding, squeezing her cheeks together. Forcing dewy eyes to look back at him with tears on the corners, glimmering gems looking into his. ‘What a pretty little sight,’ He was the only one he had seen it, and he was going to make sure it remained that way.
“Whose whore are you?”
“Y-yours,”
“Whose?”
“Yours,” this time with conviction, making him sight contented.
“Get up, I’m not done with you,” Levi growled.
Tugging from her forearm, obligated her to raise up by placing a hand on the carpet. Warm red cheek against the cold surface of the desk, hands pinned on the back. Levi’s cold hand made the hairs of her neck raise as he pushed the shirt and jacket up her back as far as they could go. Hot tongue tracing up her tailbone as he travelled the exposed skin.
It took all her self control to not moan under the minimum touch, she had been feeling dripping since the moment she decided to thoughtlessly invest in this idea and finally the attention was back on her. Hips pushing hard against hers as he humped her clothed ass, enjoying the pressure and squishing her against the desk.
Persistent lips sucked the crock of her neck a couple of times before straightening up. Palm of his hand on the bottom of her back. Pupils going thin as he remembered the owner of the office touching that place. Levi sighed breathless as he admired the view, her timid arousal eyes looking at him from the corners as he gave another good push with his hips, trapping her against the table. Soft moan as he shoved her promptly onto the table.
Levi wished she would be wearing a skirt, it would make it so much easier. Cursed under his breath the uniform tight pants.
“W-what is that?” She quickly questioned as he grabbed her hands and tight them together with his own belt, quite painful.
“This,” Levi bended to hower on top of her, to whisper “is for making me so fucking jealous,”
She could feel the bruises happening, not only around her wrists but on her hips as Levi gripped them with such strength as his teeth clenched.
Pelvis pressing against hers “Levi,” Yn gasped enjoying the friction but it was getting too much to handle. The moisture between her legs was getting uncomfortable as she needed something, anything, to fill her up.
Strong tug from her hair, pushing part of her upper body up and mixing her pleasurable necessity with arousing pain.
“I think we had already agreed it was commander, cadet,” Levi gritted his teeth.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry commander-” Y/n hissed in pain and then her face fell into the cold surface again, breath clouding the polish surface as her lungs ragged. Slightly shaking to the sides, trying to win back his interest and finally allow her some relief.
Undoing her belt and pulling down the pants, they reached far enough to her knees. The boots would make it impossible to take them off completely, the tingling sound of the buckle moving as her legs parted trying to fit him between them better. Biting the inner part of her cheeks with the molars, patiently waiting for him to finally rampage inside her.
Levi was taking his time, lazily jerking his hard cock as he admired the views. Pert, round ass and youngful beautiful legs that shined with her wetness that runned known from her neediness. It made him bite his bottom lip, thumb parting her inner fingers without touching her clit. If she was coming, it was from his cock only.
Tight little hole, he had been using it non stop the last couple of months and yet, it still looked so small. Gripping her ass, pushing it to the side to admire it better. Fingers kneading the meat to his heart content, full display only for him. ‘I’m getting that damn Captain promotion just for this, my own desk to ramble her every fucking day,’
She couldn’t take it anymore, feeling the tip of his head running up and down her folds, collecting her slick, but not getting close to her enter and neither to her clit. .
“Commander, please. Please-”
“How pretty is it when you beg,” Levi murmured holding his shaft as it leaked an ooze of precum with excited “Beg me more, princess,”
“Please, I really need you inside-”
“Oh you can do much better than that.”
Planting her forehead on the desk, sucking her bottom lip harshly as she got exasperated. She couldn't touch him, she couldn’t see him, she could barely feel him as he refused to get near the good places with his dick. Legs trembling in anticipation “Sir, please. I’m begging, fill me up until all I can feel is your dick pointing me to the point it hurts,”
His sinister chuckle as the words would have been impossible to come from her lips a few months ago when she was still an innocent girl, now she sobbed for him.
“I wish he could see you. Hungry little slut for my cock,” Levi grunted as he pressed the head against her enter and trusted himself aggressively.
Red bruised lips from biting parted soundless as she pulsed around him. It felt as if he was in her throat. It felt too much to handle but he didn’t wait for her to adjust, not this time. His right hand on her neck, forcing her head back down and imprisoned her. She felt the need to push away but the desk made sure there was nowhere to run.
Air hissed through his clenched teeth as Levi drowned his eyebrows together, it was a heavenly warm and tight encompass. Despite the grip on her hands, keeping them together, her knuckles paled as she pressed her fingers into her palms. The feeling of her cunt being abruptly filled, her legs trying to part more in vain to fit him better. She could feel Levi press and pull against her walls, it was overwhelmingly good that she swore she was sobbing.
Her moans began to mix with Levi’s groaning as he gravitated and rocked his hips. Moving himself steadily, trying to fully make his wave the tight place. Levi hissed breathy as she tugged his cock in all the right places.
Quickly, despite feeling his hips against hers, buried to the hilt and satisfied groans living his mouth, he didn’t wait. Slowly pulling out, her legs backed up of how painfully slow it was before rambling back on it. Slamming himself with no restriction, stood up properly to repeat the action.
Jaw tightening up as his teeth clenched “fucking shit, yeah, that’s it. Open up,” sighed as he enjoyed every minute.
“Commander-” her voice soft as a plea to then wheezed incoherent moans that filled the room. It felt too much, Levi bottoming each time, pistoning her hips.
“This fucking hole was made for me,” Levi pushed Yn’s cheeks apart as he gritted “I could barely fit my fingers before and look at that, now your cunt is sucking me in so nicely. Doesn’t want to let me go. Do you feel me rearranging your guts? It’s taking my fucking shape”
Levi had always had a dirty mouth but hearing him talk like that felt too much. Each time that he went balls it, it hit all the nice places. It was overwhelmed, to the point that all she could do was just slacken against the desk. Sobbing in pleasure how good it felt, she kept teething over the edge of coming but it kept building up.
“Are you crying because it feels good?” Levi pulled out completely, making her gasp loudly and watching the slick still connecting them.
“Ah…” She breathed, unable to perform any actual word and her legs shaking. Gladly she was that the desk was doing all the support, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up.
Grabbing her neck and using it as support as he smacked back in with a loud wet smack. Bending over, whispering “or because I’m fucking you in Erwin’s desk as some cheap corner whore?”
“Commander-” Yn weeped as she gritted her teeth, feeling the pressure of Levi’s hand on her neck and the other on running up and down on her body before painfully grabbing her hips again.
“You’re fucking dripping, you enjoy it Don’t you? You get off by me treating you for what you’re, just some tight cunt for me to use? Wait until you see his face when he notices the stains on the carpet,” Levi growled, getting himself excited.
“Ah-” She cried, trying to part her hips wider in vain, restricted by the uniform. Levi raised his right knee to the desk, to shift the angle and go deeper, if it was even possible.
The orgasm was foreshadowed. She came, muffling her cries the best she could so the rest wouldn’t hear, the bricks were thick but not that much. Pulsing against him as she cried overwhelmed. Levi wasn’t stopping.
“Ah- Fuck,” He moaned feeling the sudden walls sucking him so nicely.
“Tell me how much you love it.” no waiting, only unstoppable necessity of more. The desk shaked under the power and the blue-prints with the stressing paperwork falling from it. The candle falling and, luckily, turning off. Leaving them in the dim of the night.
“I-I love it, it’s so good. I love your cock-” Bumbling and sighting out. She didn’t even know what else he wanted from her, she couldn’t even feel her arms or her legs from knees down at this point. Head turning to the side, trying to catch some fresh air. Desk fogging with her rushed puffs.
“Ah- Ah-Ah” little noises escaping her lips as she felt coming again, jolting her body as Levi didn’t seem to have intentions to stop but the rhythm getting chaotic. Without lights all she could feel was the permanent presence of his hand on her neck, keeping her in place.
“I’m gonna breed you properly, so anyone can know to who you fucking belonged to,” Levi muffed out, hitting deeper and rougher each time. If it was even possible. The head of his cock met her cervix each time as he got carried away, dangerously.
“Fucking hell, yes” Levi gritted his teeth, succumbing to a muffle mix of swearing as he reached the end. Head throwing back as he lost any rhythm and inhibition.
“Levi…” forgetting the formalities and saying his name. The fingers of her feet contorning in pleasure, her hands tugging from the belt, arching her back and squirmed.
The not yet captain pressed as deep as he could, as his dick twitched and unloading himself inside. Laying on top of her back as both tried to regulate their breath, resting his chin on her shoulder as he admired her dizzily state and her features covered in wetness, from tears, spit or the sweat. He waited there until he finished working himself out.
“Stay still,” he groaned, raw voice after all what happened, straightening up. Both hissing as he withdrew his softening dick.
She attempted to look over her shoulder but she couldn’t even phantom the idea of gathering the energy for that. All that she could hear was Levi’s humming as he pushed her cheeks apart. Thumb gently massaging the hole as it began to leak his cum.
Then something began to clean her up as he kept prying open to see it all out.
“So pretty,” he murmured, mostly to himself.
All she could do was lay there limp, gasping for air or for her consciousness. It was so dark when she finally opened her eyes again. He was gently tugging her from her arms, soft quiet touch nothing compared to before.
“Do you want a shower?” He offered, knowing that they could take advantage of staying in the private chambers. After all, it was almost a suicide mission trying to leave the higher ranks’s building at the middle of the night without getting caught.
Not entirely sure how but Levi had manoeuvred both of them to be cuddling against the chair, playing with her hair.
Sleepy hummed a negative replied “I can’t feel my legs… neither my hands,”
“Oh yeah…” he undid the grip but she hissed loudly now down from the high, noticing the deep marks around her wrist.
“What the fuck happened to you?” She questioned once she felt her regular partner was back.
“I got carried away,” was all he murmured.
“It’s my fertile week, you said we weren’t going to sleep together these days,”
“I got carried away,” he repeated uninterested in going into details.
She fell asleep at some point and he allowed her. Carefully as a mother that puts a kid on the crip, Levi slided her body off from his. He cleaned the papers, picked up the blue-prints, and turned off all the candles. The place was right as it was before they came in, except from one thing.
The uncomfortable silence as both pondered over the recent activities “... how am I supposed to look at Erwin’s face after this?”
Levi didn’t reply right away, chuckled dryly and said “well better for you, less neck pain from looking up,”
Pale finger reaching across the wardrobe, pulling out the pink ribbon bag and opening it. He admired the lingerie with what he had cleaned up his own load off. It was pristine before he stole it a couple of days ago and now it was stained with him. As so was her. He could help it to grimace as he folded it and put it between the clothes.
‘I’m fucking insane,’ he thought with no remorse. However, Levi was sure that if the blond found out, he wouldn’t bring it around. It was either admitting that he had kept his ex clothes or both pretending this never happened. As the future captain was getting to know the Commander in line… he bet that this was the last time he was going to hear from this.
Perhaps this was the last time he could let his inner sassy thug shine through until he had to shut it down to behave as a proper leader. Then when the blond came back, they crossed pathways in the corridors.
“I cleaned your office. You live in a pig’s shit,” Levi casually commented.
The tall man smiled “Thank you, I appreciate it,”
Humming positive as the former thug slowly kept his stroll in the opposite direction but stopped midway “Oi,”
Both man looked over their shoulder to see what the other had to say, Levi casually dropped “I also put stoppers to your desk, that shit moves a lot,”
The blond frowned, Levi stoically turned back and kept going as if he had said nothing. It took all his will power to not smirk on his way down to the mess hall.
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Autistic Anime Girls Group 3 Round 2 Match 5
SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:
Sayaka -
"Deadpan, forthright, and unapologetically candid, Kanamori never hesitates to voice her thoughts, no matter how harsh or unvarnished they may be. She is often deemed as impolite, ruthless or severely intimidating (by adults and peers her age alike), and is jokingly compared to the likes of the Yakuza. She’s regarded with a degree of caution, due to her unwavering no-nonsense attitude and the fact that she will stop at nothing to get what she wants, phone camera at the ready to capture any slip up that could potentially be used as blackmail later. Survival is her top priority, looking out for herself and whoever might be left behind unfairly by circumstance. She has a steadfast mind for business and strong work ethic, openly admitting to her desire for monetary compensation (or other favors and methods of payment, such as milk or food) for even the smaller and most mundane of tasks, and won’t shy away from charging fellow members of the club as well.
She firmly holds the belief that friendship is an idealized and glorified notion. To her, individuals referred to as "friends" are often mere products of chance, brought together by shared interests and nothing more. Sayaka adamantly refrains from using the term "friend" and readily corrects anyone who mistakenly categorizes her coworkers or those she spends time with as such. She befittingly conveyed this perspective of hers to Midori on the very day they first crossed paths, and this prompted Midori to freely opt out of using the label entirely as well, instead referring to her closest peers as “comrades” ever since.
Regardless of this, Sayaka prefers to achieve a level of coexistence, as she personally describes it, with those she truly cares about, such as the few other club members. While not explicitly considering the girls as her friends, her actions reveal a deep concern for their well-being. She often watches over them, remains by their side and is ready to defend them and their cause whenever necessary. A significant reason the club came to be in the first place is Sayaka's recognition of her classmates' immense artistic potential. She encouraged them to establish their own independent studio, enabling them to create their animated films, attain recognition, and reap profits from their efforts.
In her role as their producer, she's primarily motivated by financial gain, but as she reviews Midori's and Tsubame's work, she ensures they always have the option to do their job efficiently and avoid overexerting themselves if they ever choose to do so. She’s equally supportive of their goals and will often assure them that their art is more than good enough. She insists that their work is already impressive; therefore, they could forgo so much self-imposed pressure and stop doubting their abilities or attaching undue importance to others' unhelpful criticisms, as these are often incongruent with their own artistic sensibilities and convictions.
Sayaka lacks interest and doesn’t possess much insight about art herself, yet she is more than willing to learn from her team to become a better producer. Aside from having a keen eye for business since her early childhood (despite being bad at math), she also appears to be quite knowledgeable in a wide variety of topics, and will take people by surprise whenever she starts rambling about the ins-and-outs of something that’s relevant at any given moment. One time, someone pointed out that Kanamori wasn’t at all different from Asakusa on this regard, to which Tsubame responded with a simple and knowing “yup”.
She can be seen idly cracking the knuckles of her right hand every now and then, and rarely displays a different emotion as she goes about her day donning a neutral grimace on her face. Kanamori almost only ever smiles when she’s getting paid, when friendly mocking someone, or when she’s in the middle of twisting someone’s arm to hers and the club’s advantage.
I’m going to cut it here, since I realized I have much more to say about Sayaka than any other Eizouken member so far (I thought Midori was going to be the longest but this one was already effortlessly surpassing 700 words and counting. Good god) Please please PLEASE consider voting for her!! she’s an amazing character in general, and I can easily see why she’s Sumito Oowara’s personal favorite of the bunch."
Miku -
"Hatsune Miku is the character/persona created for a voice bank. As such, she has no set personality and can essentially be molded to fit the song’s scenario. She’s basically made to be your little dress up doll except your not dressing her up with clothes you’re dressing her up with your special interests and hyperfixations. She’s like the Barbie of Autism, if you will. As such, she has garnered many fans since her debut because of how relatable she is and how comforting she can be and how you can project your own interests or quirks on her and it’d still fit her because that’s essentially what she was made for!!!
You could consider the songs she sings and brings to life for producers to be her special interest!
As she’s a voice bank, she also can struggle with tone and inflection when speaking or singing, but can also, at times, sound very life like as well! She’s incredibly versatile as a tool to use for songs and as a character! She can do anything and be anything!
Also, all characters under the Vocaloid title usually come with an item that represents them! Miku’s is a leek/spring onion, even her hair has a similar appearance to one and it could be considered a special interest of hers!
I know the whole “she can be anything” seems sorta like flimsy propaganda for her, but I think it can also resemble how some people on the autism spectrum mask our true personalities and try and adapt to who we are talking to! And we can also have many talents and special interests at a single time! At least, that’s how my experience has been with being on the spectrum….
(Anywhosies I hope this helps! Miku has been important to me and many others for a long time and it’d be a shame for her to lose due to lack of propaganda 😔)."
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pick a pile: "A letter for you (2023)"
take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read a letter from your guides/soulmate/ancestor/higher self or anyone that wants to come in, about anything important that may happen to you this new year. i will let them talk as freely as I can, so you may get support, suggestions and encouraging words too.
don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.
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(The message seems to come from one of your Guides or ancestors, maybe someone not anymore in your 3d life. A protecting, warm, kinda feminine and nurturing energy. They'd like to talk with you much more, but you may have kinda closed them off, even unconsciously. For a few of you, it may be a romantic soulmate's higher self or a past life lover. If you feel the need to paint/draw more than usual, it might be them trying to connect with you)
Little one,
don't worry. Patience. End this continuos chattering and overthinking going on in your head. Give yourself a break, give yourself peace. Let me help you get closure, let me help you find peace of mind. You're protected, I'll always watch over you. See the signs, I'm here. Please, listen. I'm sending you messages through your dreams too. We all make mistakes, it's okay. That's how we grow and learn. Be patient, be kind with yourself. This year you're gonna write an amazing story: but you'll also need to erase some bits here and there. No worries: nothing is perfect at the first try, but you can make it so by never giving up and trying again and again. Plus, nothing really needs to be perfect, right? We have our own way/definition for "perfect".
I know you have so many dreams and you're giving all you have to reach them. I'm here by your side, helping you and guiding you. Never let your emotions and insecurities stop you: make a change inside, keep following your heart. Learn to stay balanced and in control, and you'll be able to get anywhere you wish. I'm always by your side, helping you and protecting you. You're never alone.
Look inside, clear your mind, breathe: you need a calm mind to better envision and plan your goals and succeed. You'll make it. You can manifest anything you want this year, just learn when it's time to give yourself a break.
With love...
song: painting flowers | all time low
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(This feels like a soulmate, or a higher self. I feel more romantic vibes. For some it can be an inner child tho or a childhood friend, you may try to connect with them but are often disturbed by something or someone and can never actually reach for them -either in the 5d or 3d- and it may have even feel upsetting to you or you may just feel upset for anything really. It may also be someone you're trying to manifest like your destined partner)
My darling,
stay calm. Ground yourself. I know it's hard, I know sometimes you cannot see the way out or you cannot seem to be able to do what you have in mind. Maybe other things/people get in the way, maybe you get in your own way. It's okay: sometimes we don't know exactly what's best for us or when it's best for us to have/do something. Focus on your emotions, focus on how you feel and try to be a little more chill and joyful: I know you feel like you're a failure and see no reason to be happy and proud of you, but if you look better, if you look at the rest of who you are and what you have, you'll see plenty of reasons to be. Share a smile, lend an helping hand, be more forgiving and understanding of others and their own problems as well... life is hard for everyone. We're all trying. Just don't give away too much of you when you get nothing back: remember it's an equal exchange, and we're not made for everyone. Just be open and be you. Don't hide.
This year you can write a beautiful story: you have white paper in front of you. You can paint, draw, write with a pen or a pencil, maybe a brush. Get creative, give life to your ideas. Put all you have inside on the outside, give all that away. You need to free yourself from your own chains, and you can even help others by doing so. What could be better? You were made to be happy, to share joy, to be seen. To help grow. And if others don't get you and what you do, it's fine. Just keep your mind in check and be sure of who you are. Don't worry, this year we're gonna end the karmic cycle, and we'll possibly do that together. It's a new day, brace yourself.
Take care, until then
song: strange days | the born love
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(This is a special someone. My heart chakra kinda exploded so it could be someone you're very tightly connected with, as your destined person or someone you really love/d. A very deep loving bond here. Number 11 showed up.)
My (I'm getting loads of cute names like kitty, mistique, love, light...)
This year things are gonna be so different. It's gonna be all new, a new start after such a difficult time. You're gonna be given "food for your soul". Just remember to be flexible, to be in armony inside and outside. Life is made of light and darkness, and so are we: but you are able to shine bright like no one else. Keep sharing your light and love, keep giving (I know you're doing it in the right way now, you're balanced and keep to yourself too).
You're gonna be abundant (both spiritually and physically). Give love even when you get dust and negativity. Attract what's good in this world by giving away a part of your own good; enjoy every second you can, everything you're offered. You know about our special connection, you know it's us and us alone. You know we have to be. The more we'll act this way, the more we'll open new roads to get together. Keep working on balancing out your priorities, your work/school and your fun/self care times.
Don't be scared of changing, don't be scared of the unknown, don't get doubtful or fearful, don't let it all play with your mind. You're deserving, we are deserving of the good side too. We are deserving of each other. Let's be each other new start of a new safe beautiful life.
Now don't stress about the timing (it's almost time, calm down), just keep enjoying and working on you: your wishes (our wish in particular) are granted. Stand strong, stand still, and prepare with a smile on your face. I'll know it's you by that.
*wink*
song: holy ghost | borns
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Welcome Home
Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The Commonwealth ain’t so bad right…? Maybe if he does what he’s told, his family will be safe. That’s what matters… • SFW/NSFW/ANGST • TW: Injuries / Pregnancy & Birth / Separation Anxiety / Scars • Ignoring S11’s canon
“You really think this’ll help us…going to the Commonwealth?” Y/N frowns leaning against Daryl as the two were sat on the couch in his basement room. He gently takes her hand into his squeezing it. “For us…it…Judith and RJ…Dog? What about Maggie? She’s not going…”
“We’ll give it a test run…see what happens and Maggie she’ll be safe. She wants to stay to help rebuild”
“We could—-“
“Need to think about the kids…what’s best for them, so it’s really if they’ll like it” Daryl squeezes her hand again then letting go and resting it on her belly. “Even if we did stay, I wouldn’t let yea do the crazy workaholic shit you’d do. Just know I won’t let anything happen to yea or them…yer always my top priority”
Y/N rests her hand over his for just a moment before shifting to face him. Gently brushing the hair out of the way of his face.
“Daryl…”
“Hm?”
“Don’t let them break you…”
•
Being processed was a lengthy and annoying process to deal with. Makes one miss Rick’s three questions. Now it’s like a game of 20 questions and a job placement. Daryl obviously being put into training for security and Y/N got lucky being placed in the farming district where she got to work with somebody she knows, Ezekiel. Which also meant Daryl telling him the news and to keep an eye on her when he can’t.
“This reminds me of my apartment from the before…just. A little nicer”
“A little nicer? I’m afraid to even ask” Daryl laughs a bit setting his pack down as Dog instantly went to sniff around the entire place. “Uhm. We’ll take the only bedroom”
“Unless you want the kids to have it and we’ll sleep out here” Y/N states sitting down on one of the mattresses in the main room letting Dog jump to her laying in her lap.
Daryl instantly scoffs to such as he moves to sit beside her. “Nah. You’re pregnant. And I ain’t letting Dog jump on yea in the middle of the night”
“He’ll scratch the door if you keep it closed”
“Better than stomping on’em” He states grazing his fingers on her belly as Dog nips at him. “I swear! You can’t do that”
“Guess he’s going to be over-protective over this one too” She laughs petting Dog behind the ears as Daryl pulls her into his side kissing her temple.
“Don’t mean he can nip at me” He mumbles giving Y/N another kiss to the temple before shooing Dog off. “Gonna check the rest of the place before gettin’ the kids”
“Be careful, D”
“Nothin’ gonna scare me in this small ass apartment” Daryl rolls his eyes opening the closet for a broom to fall out and spook him. He sighs annoyed especially when his girl started to laugh because of that. “You saw nothing”
“Okay okay…sure” Y/N smiles leaning against the wall still seated on the unmade mattress resting her hands on her barely showing belly. “I hope we’re safe here…” she whispers to herself.
•
“Y/N!!!” Ezekiel cheers happily approaching his friend that he’s missed and couldn’t help but hug her. “I won’t be too tight! I heard the good news, how far along??”
“Uhm. I think I’m reaching 4 months? I just got an appointment here…” Y/N laughs nervously as the words that escaped her made her anxious. This Commonwealth had a lot. A hospital for Christ’s sake! She couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of something being wrong or the doctors being monsters. Or both.
“You sound unsure…is Daryl coming with you to your appointment?”
“He’s in the training camp with Rosita to see who works well with who. Mercer told him he couldn’t go…”
“Then that’s settled! I’ll go with you!” Ezekiel smiles warmly. “I understand how strange this place is and I’ve been to their hospital a few times for my own thing, so I know the lay out and a few of the doctors. I’ll protect you for Daryl”
Y/N couldn’t help the hormones making her emotional enough to start sobbing. Ezekiel didn’t even react negatively to such, all he did was smile and bring her into his embrace.
This was weird. Really. Weird. Y/N hasn’t sat in a hospital waiting room since well. Y/N was in a hospital when the world ended, in a similar sense like Rick but not entirely. She kept her hands protectively on her belly watching everyone walk by. Security. Hospital personnel. Happy people. God…is it bad to have all this fear coursing through you when everyone around you is in good spirits?
“Ms. Dixon?”
Ezekiel was first to stand as Y/N stayed in her seat for a second longer before following his action by standing and soon following the nurse.
“Is this the father?” The OB smiles closing the door once Ezekiel had entered.
“No he’s uhm in security so he couldn’t get time off…” This talk felt strange…very old world.
“Well, I can always put in the good word for future appointments.” She smiles jotting that information down on Y/N’s chart. “But it’s also always nice to have close friends with you as well”
“I 100% agree” Ezekiel smiles letting Y/N get situated on the exam table and keeping an eye on her body language in case he needed to stop everything.
But before the OB could even get the gel on, Y/N took a hold of her wrist out instinct. Realizing what she did and let go immediately. The OB stopped what she was doing and carefully took Y/N’s hand into both of hers.
“My name is Erin Mathews, I was an OB resident in the old world and I’ve done my fair share of surviving before the Commonwealth found me.” Erin reassures Y/N’s anxieties slightly with the softness she radiated. “I’m not like the others in this community. Whatever you want, I’ll do. You’ll receive all the care needed, with the privacy you want. I won’t let anything happen to you or your baby. You’re safe”
Ezekiel was sold, he really liked this girl and Y/N relaxed just enough for Erin to finally get started. Erin not only made a note to get her husband to have the time off for these future appointments but also in case of emergency to have Ezekiel’s name jotted down.
The sound of the baby’s heartbeat pulled Y/N out of every negative thought she stirred up when Erin first put the ultrasound wand on. Her attention hasn’t left the screen once Erin pushed it over for them to see.
“Daryl is going to lose it when he sees this for himself” Ezekiel smiles holding the picture of the ultrasound as the two walk back to the living quarters. “Hell! Another piece to the future coming in five months!” He happily handed the picture back seeing his friend start to tear up again. “Oh Y/N…”
“It’s just…u-unbelievable. I-I can safely have this baby.” She continued to sob happily bringing herself into Ezekiel’s embrace. “Daryl doesn’t have to worry about anything going w-wrong and having n-n-nothing to do about it”
“You’re safe here, Y/N. And we all know Daryl Dixon will make sure of it”
And boy does he.
Daryl came back after a long and rather annoying day to hearing humming from the other part of the apartment. He quietly approaches the small kitchenette watching his partner work away at making dinner with what she could get. Mainly groceries Ezekiel gave her given their small family just arrive and haven’t had money come in yet.
“You seem happy”
Y/N flinches slightly causing Dog who was trailing her to start sniffing her in case of anything. Once she relaxed, she gave Daryl a small smile before continuing to cook.
“I am”
“Uh. How was the…doctor’s appointment?” Daryl asks on his way over to Y/N’s side bringing his arm around her as she went into her back pocket to take out the small pictures.
It didn’t take long for Daryl to get a hold of the picture himself as Y/N noticed the man started to stare at it. He wouldn’t move or look away.
“They’re healthy. The doctor was really nice too…she said she might be able to get you—-“ Y/N was cut off by Daryl suddenly hugging her, tightly but of course not too tight. She brought her arms around him hearing the soft sniffles that escaped him. “Oh Daryl…”
“Baby’s healthy, you’re healthy…y’all are gonna be okay” Daryl sobs holding onto his woman as his anxiety was toward what happened years back. A part of him will always be haunted by what happened to Lori, especially when his partner is pregnant. But now he doesn’t have to fear in its entirety of what could happen.
He can relax a little…
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“I have arrived, and with good company” Carol smiles letting herself in with Rosita following shortly behind as Coco was with Eugene for the evening.
“It’s been a minute since it was just us. Have you heard anything from Maggie about Alexandria?”
“They are doing good with rebuilding. The commonwealth is actually helping instead of what we feared when we first arrived here” Rosita sets down dinner she had picked up from one of the services for free prepared meals as she made sure to grab something Y/N will enjoy. “Soooo…do you guys know what you’re having?”
“Oh please tell me you’re not keeping it a secret! I keep trying to ask Daryl when I see him but the man keeps brushing me off” Carol scoffs slightly as she watches Y/N slowly take a seat on the couch.
“Daryl doesn’t know”
The two quickly share a glance before bringing themselves closer hoping Y/N would budge but she looked as if she wanted Daryl to know first. But fucking hell she can’t keep it to herself for long.
“It’s a girl but you can’t tell D until I do!” She almost shouts out as Carol immediately hugs her friend while Rosita screams from excitement herself.
“Oh you better tell Daryl soon! We have a bet going on!”
“Rosita!”
“They ain’t the only better floating. But wait before you tell Ezekiel. He won and I have to make a dozen cookies for pay up” Carol laughs with the two.
As girls night comes to a close and Y/N found herself laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. She was both missing Daryl and the kids, but also missing those from the past. Most nights since being in the Commonwealth lead her to reminisce and feel slightly bad because those she lost deserved the luxury of this place…it was a lot to think about all in one night.
Lost in her own thoughts she didn’t hear the door open which meant Daryl’s return. The kids were with Ezekiel for the evening because of girls night and he’d bring them back after school the next day. A whole other phenomenon to think about.
Daryl came into the bedroom about to rip off his armor but couldn’t help himself when spotting Y/N and bringing himself over to her. Kissing her belly gently, drawing her from her thoughts as she smiles warmly toward him.
“Is it already that late?”
“That I’m home? Mhm” Daryl sat on the edge of the bed watching Y/N slowly bring herself to sit up as her center made it difficult to do so. “How was…girls night?”
“Good. There’s leftovers if you’re hungry.” Y/N smiles watching Daryl rest his hand on her belly gently, he started to do this more in hopes he’d feel the little one given he missed all the other times she had called him to feel. “You know…I know what we’re having” and that instantly made the archer lock eyes with her in a bit of excitement.
“Yea gonna make me guess or gonna tell me?”
“Hm. I kinda wanna make you guess. But I’m also an impatient person”
“Ain’t that the truth” Daryl laughs slightly as he suddenly felt it. The smallest kick against his hand as he was now fixated on the small movement. He brought himself to completely turn toward his partner bringing both hands onto her belly. “It’s always these moments that I finally get to experience these great things”
“Mm. You’ll be around more when she arrives, you’ll make sure of it”
“Fuck yeah I will—-HEY!” Daryl exclaims looking up at Y/N seeing her smile even wider. “A girl?! Ha! I lost a bet and won one”
“Why are you betting on the gender of our baby?”
“Cuz…it’s a 50/50 chance” Daryl brought himself low enough to kiss her belly once more before finally getting up and getting out of his armor. “Better get comfy, I ain’t letting yea go tonight”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way”
•
The closer she got to a presumed due date the more anxious and nesty she became. But the other thought on her mind was what home was. Y/N wasn’t working once she got to eight months, because she was given leave and Ezekiel would force her out of the farming area every chance she wanted to get away from being confined to the apartment.
“Yknow how you started to nest when you were carrying Coco?”
“Why are we talking about this when I’ve talked about it with Y/N?” Rosita smiles followed with a short lived laugh as the two were at their stations for that shift. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t entirely know. The scary ass books Carol made me read are like. They start getting the home ready for a baby and start to nest. But Y/N has everything in a closet. Hasn’t really arranged anything or asked me to do anythin’”
“You think she wants to stay here?”
“What do yea mean?”
“Alexandria is back on its feet and from the reports done by Maggie? Commonwealth is starting to remove themselves from the place since they can hold their own again. You think Y/N would…want to go home?”
Returning back to the apartment Daryl hasn’t stopped thinking about such. This place was perfect, but he doesn’t want to force his partner to stay here and granted he’s always had mixed feelings about his job. The old world within this new one always felt weird and they were allowed to leave whenever as long as someone was notified. The one thing he really wants though is the hospital…in case anything happened. He couldn’t lose any of them.
He was greeted by Dog when he first opened the door before being hugged by Judith immediately. That was another thing, this place is confirmed safe. Safe for them.
But he didn’t want to force anything…
“You’ve seen—-“
“She’s laying down. Told me to tell you when you got back”
“Where’s RJ?”
“In our room. Is Aunt Carol coming over for dinner again?”
“Yeah, she’ll be here in a bit. How about you and your brother get ready while I check on Y/N?”
“Okie dokie” Judith smiles up at her uncle before pulling away to go do such as Daryl makes his way to their bedroom.
Daryl quietly opens the door finding Y/N fast asleep holding her belly protectively as he enters the room trying his best to remain quiet. He gently shuts the door behind him and went ahead with removing his boots before climbing into the bed with her. The smallest movement stirring her slightly as she tiredly looks at Daryl.
“Hey…”
“Hey yourself” He whispers laying beside her facing toward her. “You feelin’ alright?”
“Mhm. Back hurts” Y/N rubs a bit of the sleep from her eyes but she wasn’t in any mood to get up. “When’s Carol coming…?”
“Soon. She’s bringing dinner. I don’t gotta burn shit again” He laughs quietly watching her tiredly smile in response. “Y/N?”
“Mm?”
“Do you wanna go back to Alexandria?”
That’s when she fully opened her eyes looking at Daryl with a bit of a confused look on why he’d ask such.
“I…I’m not sure”
“We can. If you don’t like it here, we can always go back”
“But…Uh.” Y/N couldn’t find the words, she wanted to blame pregnancy brain but it was more so…if he likes it here, thinks we’ll be safe here…she doesn’t want to ruin it for him.
“Y/N. You know all I want from yea is to be safe right? Wherever we are. I need yea, the peanut, the kids…just safe.”
“D…I want the baby here, because they can…handle whatever may happen” okay… “But I don’t feel at home here”
“I get that. I get that entirely”
“You’re…not mad?”
“Why would I be? This was a fresh start, yeah. But it felt weird…not being in a place we built and protected together. Yeah we needed the commonwealth to help us back on our feet. But I was never gonna force you to stay here if you aren’t happy”
“I just…I miss our home. The one we built back up after the Saviors War. The one we let so many people stay in when they needed a place to stay. I want to raise our little girl there”
Daryl couldn’t help his small smile when hearing her say such. He brought himself closer to her wrapping his arm around her as she tried to get as close as humanely possible even with the bump in the way. He presses his lips against her forehead hearing her hum happily.
“Once you and the peanut are well enough…We’ll go home” He smiles as he whispers to her knowing very well she was becoming less anxious when he spoke. “You, me, Jude, RJ, Dog and the peanut. Will be home soon before you know it”
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The gates to Alexandria quietly opened as Judith and RJ instantly ran through, immediately being engulfed in Maggie’s embrace and then her son Hershel’s. Aaron even brought himself and Gracie over to reunite with the few. Dog instantly followed after the kids keeping up with them and making sure they were safe like always.
Then Daryl came next, with Carol who wanted to be with her family always. She took care of bringing their stuff back within the familiar walls of their home. He waited patiently for Y/N to join him at his side feeling his arm find purchase around her waist as she carefully moves the blanket out of the way of their little girl that was fast asleep in her mother’s embrace.
“Welcome home, Robin”
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