#two hands to swing with anymore and that just sorta. breaking him

[designernishiki]

nishiki 12, 29?? 👀 i want to create chaos -squishy

sorry this was so late aghsdhahdh I always write too much and then have to whittle things down a bit so my thoughts are comprehensible

12. sexuality hc?

wellll I can pretty easily accept either gay or bi, but the way I interpret some of his actions/history/behavior/etc makes my personal view of him lean more towards gay than anything.

he’s never really shown real interest/attraction to women beyond using them as status symbols, and the whole thing with yumi made no sense (for him and kiryu both- you know my opinion on that plotpoint by now) and if I had to explain it rather than ignore it I’d have to say it was a weird half-assed excuse he came up with to explain some of his actions instead of addressing his actual issues at first.

but yeah I mean come on. have you SEEN reina. she’s cool and ridiculously pretty and goes above and beyond to care for him and others in general and etc etc etc, she was interested for YEARS and he never reciprocated At All. to me the Easiest explanation for that, whether he was aware of it or not (probably not), is just. him not really being into women. and possibly (at least at first) respecting reina enough to not fake her out and treat her like the girls that he had hang around him at the bars to look good to his superiors. in fact I think if he were to open up about all this to anyone it would be her (drunk, crying).

idk, a lot about him just sort of makes sense when you consider him to be gay and very repressed. boy’s got identity issues off the SHITS already, so it ties into that quite naturally.

29. how do you think they would be as a parent?

I think it depends on where he is in his recovery (mentally and physically) and the circumstances leading to that parenthood. similar to kiryu, I think he’d connect with orphans well and empathize with them strongly for obvious reasons. if he were to spend time in okinawa, perhaps to help him recover after The Incident, he’d be pretty closed off and prickly with everyone, kids included, at first– but honestly I think they’d help alot to get him to open up, regain trust, and enjoy life again. I don’t think he’d want to do it alone, or trust himself to, but he could end up fitting in pretty naturally as a guardian to them, and on the flip side, he’d benefit from having genuine care and lack of judgment through a tough recovery.

(I think he’d become quickly attached to riona above all else due to them sharing some feelings about their burn scars and how they look, and survivors guilt surrounding their parents)

#nishiki #asks #rambling #this was my only ask from this ask game and I was still ridiculously late agdhdshshshdhd #sorry squishy it’s not u it’s me……….. #I have a LOT of thoughts about that situation of nishiki at morning glory during recovery and all that….a lot of thoughts #I mean shit having to cope with the burns is one thing but getting used to an entire limb missing potentially??? that’s a MAJOR lifestyle #change that everyone would end up helping with at least a little I think #I can just imagine him going to help the kids play baseball on the beach and realizing as soon as he picks up a bat that he doesn’t have #two hands to swing with anymore and that just sorta. breaking him #it’s reminding me of an oc of mine who lost an arm in a train/car collision and afterwards when he was having to return to everyday life #(especially before getting a prosthetic) he goes and tries to cook for his fiancé before he gets home and his fiancé ends up coming home to #find him on the floor on his knees in the kitchen with some stuff knocked over on the ground that he presumably tried to pull from the #cabinet and hold with his arm that isn’t there or something along those lines and he’s just. sobbing. #his fiancé ends up helping him out and holding things for him and all that but yeah point is I feel like nishiki would have alot of these #kinds of moments but Worse and More Often and more regarding his appearance than anything else #cause we know this boy’s already got some major self image issues #it’s very sweet to think about how he’d bond with riona and how she’d help him open up a bit more and come to terms with his physical state #long post

[riptideripley]

His Princesa 2

part 1 part 2 part 3

a dominik mysterio x reader series.

angst,light fluff towards the end(sorta),toxic relationship,google translate used,TRIGGER WARNING ABUSE MENTIONED.

word count:669

Without you two knowing of the recording,you met up with the judgement day since it was an off day for you all. Rhea had only showed Priest the recording,to which they both were shocked but not that shocked. Finn was unaware of the whole situation,just as you two were. So when you both showed up together,Rhea was all giggles. You had all planned to go out for lunch and then to a park,just to chill like you used to do back home with Rhea(y’all are childhood friends). “Hey guys! So where are eating” “That Mediterranean Grill place,heard it’s good” You and Priest conversed. Everyone agreed on the spot so we went.

fast forward.

“That was so delicious! We have to go there again if we ever come back here” Dom spoke very happy and pleased with the food. You giggled at his reaction when all the sudden Rhea yanked you off the slide and dragged you to the swings. “Rhea what the f-“ “Listen. I saw you and Dom making out or whatever last night,you have to break up with your boyfriend. Also I told Priest” she ran off giggling. You stood there for a minute in shock. ‘shit. she shouldn’t have saw that’ you thought,as you pulled out your phone texting your “boyfriend”.

You - ‘Hey,Chris listen I need to tell you something. I don’t think this relationship is really working,you are constantly out drinking and cheating on me. I can’t do this anymore with you

{Chris .} - ‘(your name) what the fuck. I was gonna come out there to see you,Im already here matter of fact and you tell me this bullshit? man forget it,it’s over with.’

You looked at your phone for a minute before putting it in your pocket,walking back over to everyone. “Hey you ok? You seem off.” Dom asked concerned. You shook your head and smiled,”Yea I’m fine just a little tired that’s all”. He didn’t believe you but didn’t wanna ask anymore questions. You were all having fun and smiling when you heard someone call your name,you turned your head around and your heart sank. It was Chris,the one person you didn’t wanna see at this point especially since you were laid up on Dominik. Rhea paid attention to your expression and could tell you were scared. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Chris yelled as he charged at you,your heart began racing and you flinched when he got close to you. No one knew that he had put his hands on you before,not even your best friend Rhea. So when you flinched,they immediately knew what the situation was. Priest jumped off the monkey bars and got in between the two of you. Dom held you close as you began having a panic attack,he drew three circles on your back and on your hand which always calmed you down. He lifted you up and got you out of the area they were in,as he spoke,”Princesa.. ¿Cuánto tiempo?” he asked. You were hesitant to answer but decided to tell the truth,”Cuatro meses..” you softly spoke. You could see the expression on his fece completely change,to a very concerned and worried look. He hugged you tight as the rest of the Judgement day came over to the spot you were in. “Hey listen Ima take her back home,she’s uncomfortable right now” he said as he turned to them with you in his arms,they all nodded and let him go take you to your car. “They’re so cute together” Finn said trying to lighten the mood,which it did. “Yea totally. Not after what i witnessed last night” Rhea rolled her eyes as Finn stared at her,”The fuck did you see?” “They were making out! Right in front of me after I woke up from my nap.” Finn began laughing while Rhea just stared at him. “Not funny.”

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #wwe #rhea ripley #finn balor #damien priest #judgement day

[thriller-lane]

A Warrior's Battle Paint

Bro be writing a silly Warriors fanfiction fr. Took a few ideas from things I've seen across here and decided to write because god, is this fandom starving for content.

"Eyy what'cha got there, little man?" Cochise questioned Rembrandt who was bringing a box into the hangout. "Oh, Scopes cut me a great deal on some art supplies he said he didn't need anymore. Got me all different kinds. Watercolor, face paint, you name it."

"Face paint?" Cochise questioned with interest. "Hm, think you could give me something sorta...tribal to go with my style?"

"Yeah sure, I can do something like that," Rembrandt nodded as he unloaded the boxes.

"And while you're at it, maybe you can make Vermin look like even more of a rat than he already is. You know, go all Chuck E. Cheese on him," Cochise joked.

Snow and Cowboy, who were also there lounging on the couch, chuckled along at Cochise's idea. Fox barely paid them any mind.

"Hey! Just cuz my name's Vermin doesn't mean I'm no rat," Vermin said in protest.

Cowboy seemed to like the idea. "This is just like when you get your face painted at carnival stalls. They paint you animal faces and stuff. Hey, maybe you can make Fox over there look like a cute little fox!" Cowboy suggested.

Fox's mouth pressed into a firm line as he quickly shook his head. "No thanks, I'm good." Where was Swan when he needed someone to judge people with?

The door to the hangout swings open, and Ajax walks in, much to Fox's added annoyance. When Ajax sees what's going on, he makes that stupid clueless ape face of his. "What's going on here? Since when are we trynna look like the Furies or those wimp mimes?"

"Cool it, Ajax. Haven't you ever heard of war paint? Warriors wear it as a sign of battle. It's a respected practice," Cochise explained, staying still as Rembrandt painted his face.

"Yeah well only thing I wear on my face as a sign of battle is fresh blood," Ajax crossed his arms.

"We got red right heeere," Cowboy offered up, shaking a bottle of paint. Ajax seemed to contemplate it for a moment before breaking into a menacing grin and slamming a fist into the palm of his hand. "Alright, make it look real sick, like I'm covered in the blood of my enemies!"

By the end of the day, Cochise was rocking a cool looking design, Snow had snowflakes speckled on his face, Vermin looked like a cartoon rat, Ajax had red dripping down his face, and Cowboy had cow spots scattered across him. As for Rembrandt, he painted small ocean waves on himself. Standing back to admire his work, Rembrandt looked over at Fox for his opinion. "I think I did a pretty good job, wouldn't you say?"

Fox observed the scene before him, nodding his head. "Yeah, yeah I think so too. Good job there, pal." Fox offered Rembrandt a genuine smile and a pat on the back. Examining the cow spots on his arm, Cowboy shook his head. "Too bad you wouldn't let us do your face too, Fox."

"Yeah, you woulda made a real nice fox," Snow agreed, giving Vermin a side glance. Fox quickly picked up on this, a bit suspicious of the stupid grin Vermin had plastered on his face despite the two fake teeth painted on his lips. He really did look like that silly Chuck E. Cheese mascot.

And before anyone knew it, Vermin lunged forward at Fox, a brush and a bottle of orange paint in hand. Snow had also moved to hold Fox down. "Hey! What the hell-" Vermin began pitting his art skills to the test on Fox's face. "Let's see...a little nose there, and some tiny dots here..." Vermin described his process in focus. "Do foxes have whiskers?" He wondered aloud.

"Who cares, just give him the whiskers!" Cowboy cheered on.

It was during this moment that Fox wished he would've died on a train track or something. Seriously, where was Swan or Cleon when the place needed order? Usually Snow kept things calm, but he's known to get into that chaotic side of his too.

"And...done!" Vermin backed away from Fox, bursting into laughter along with the rest as soon as he got a good look at his face. "Now you really look like the Fox!"

Fox only stared at Vermin with an expression that said he wanted to die right then and there. "Thanks Vermin, I bet it looks real swell," Fox responded sarcastically with an exasperated sigh. Ajax couldn't stop laughing, causing Fox to feel even more ridiculous than he already did. "You, Vermin, and Cowboy look like you oughtta belong in a petting zoo!" Fox rolled his eyes at Ajax's lame remark. "If you decide to pet me I'll gladly bite you."

Although amused by Ajax and Fox's banter, Cochise turned to Rembrandt, putting an arm around his shoulder. "Ay man I gotta tell you, you did a real solid job. I appreciate it," he gave the artist a handshake of respect, which Rembrandt gladly received with a beaming smile.

Ajax then went to slap Vermin on the back. "Wonder what would happen if you stepped into the Black Cat lookin' like this." This made Vermin groan in despair. "Aw no, no chance. It'll mess up my rep with the chicks."

"Like you ever had any rep to begin with. All the more for us," Ajax taunted. Cowboy just shrugged. "I don't know, I think it actually makes him look better than he did before." With that, Vermin quickly stole Cowboy's hat, running off with it. "Aw Vermin c'mon, I was just joking!"

Vermin threw the hat at Ajax who more often than once had fun in playing keep-away with the poor Warrior's hat. "Giddy up and come get it, Cowboy!" Ajax howled out, tossing the hat back at Vermin before Cowboy could try to jump up and grab it.

Ajax was chanting like it was some sort of football game. "Go long, Mighty Mouse!" Vermin almost knocked into Cochise while running from Cowboy. Cochise however, was too busy admiring his own reflection to do anything. Rembrandt, feeling bad for Cowboy, tried helping him get his hat back.

While the others had their shenanigans going down, Snow settled down next to Fox. "Ay man, don't be afraid to let loose sometimes too," Snow said in a lower tone directed at Fox, as if reading what was on the scout's mind earlier. "It's okay to be apart of the stupidity every once in a while. Besides, not like we were just gonna let you be left out of the fun."

Fox internally sighed, thinking maybe Snow was right, and it would've just been better to let Rembrandt do a good job on his paint rather than have Vermin assault him with the talent of a five year old.

Fox often felt he was always in the middle. He wasn't authoritative enough to be up there with Cleon and Swan, but neither was he easygoing enough to hang out with the rest of the gang and goof off. It would do him some good if he let himself be a part of it all sometimes. "You know what Snow, you're right. Maybe I do act too tense sometimes. And even though I look real lame right now, so does Vermin."

Fox looked back to the rest of the group, Snow following his gaze. Cowboy had finally retrieved his hat, Ajax was messing with Vermin's hair, and Cochise and Rembrandt were talking about what Swan and Cleon might think if they walked into the hangout right about now.

Fox shrugged. "Hell, I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

BONUS

After a while...

"So, this is what the kids do when the adults are gone, huh?" Cleon crossed his arms, surveying the area. Swan only had a blank expression as he examined everyone's sleeping faces. Then after a while, he broke into a small smile. Turning to Cleon, he gestured towards the door. "C'mon. Let's let 'em rest."

#the warriors 1979 #the warriors #cochise (the warriors) #rembrandt (the warriors) #fox (the warriors) #snow (the warriors) #ajax (the warriors) #cowboy (the warriors) #the warriors fanfiction

[proserpina-magnus]

Yay your requests are open! 😄 Could you pleeeease write a Dom poly!marauders (no Peter) x sub!reader, where it’s a new-ish relationship between the 4 and the reader breaks her first rule, leading to her first punishment and they can all see she’s nervous so they are soft!doms during (you can decide the rule she breaks and the punishment🙊) and the aftercare they give her 🥺

Yes absolutely, it’s kinda rough and I didn’t realize how lengthy it was! This is actually not that good and the aftercare could be better but I hope you like it!

First Punishment’s (R.L, J.P, S.B)

Reader: fem (she/her)

Word count: 2.6

Warning: swearing, rule breaking, spanking, bratty reader (sorta), d/s (sorta heavy?) Remus is the main dom, safe words are definitely in place, lots of aftercare and praises, reader becomes a cry baby super fast, soft doms, Sirius actually doesn’t show up that much and that sucks :(

p.s: my bad spelling also plays a role in this!

There were only a few solid rules the Marauders had set for you, no back talk, no touching yourself sexually without permission, and always thank them when they give you something. They had a few smaller rules specifically for themselves, such a James saying you can’t cuss while Sirius allows it. Remus has to approve your outfit before going out to hogsmeade. Sirius, surprisingly, doesn’t have many rules other than the main ones.

It must have been a bad day or you just felt bratty, because you had been tempting their rules all day. You had gone out to hogsmeade with your dorm mates, not checking with Remus about your outfit. When you returned, a bag full of honey duke treats, you got stopped by Remus in the hallway. He shoo’d your dormmates away, an eyebrow raised with his hands crossed over his chest.

You shrunk slightly, fiddling with the edge of your rather small skirt that Sirius had gifted to you just days ago.

“Bun, did you forget to do something?” He asked and you nodded. Yet you and Remus both knew you had done it on purpose.

“What did you forget?”

“To check with you,” you mumbled, distracting yourself with flattening the fabric of James jumper you had stolen.

“To check with me about what?”

“M’outfit,” you whispered and you caught Remus's stern look and spoke up. “M’outfit sir,”

“mmh,” was all he said, giving you an opportunity to apologize to him properly. You dug through your bag, taking out a chocolate bar you had gotten him.

“But I went to get you guys sweets!” You excused yourself, pushing the chocolate in Remus's hand. Remus shook his head, taking the chocolate. “Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But no matter what your excuse is, it doesn't mean you can go around flaunting your ass to Hogsmeade, understand?”

“I’m not flaunting my ass!” You exhaled quickly, pushing down your skirt as you began to get offended. Remus raised his eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” And you grew quiet. Real quiet.

“Hey lovely,” you heard James call from behind you, you had turned around to see him race down the hall and swing an arm around your waist, a big smile on his face.

“What’s the issue?” James got the tension and Remus motioned for you to explain yourself.

“Went to hogsmeade without checking my outfit with Remus,” you whispered rudely, James raised an eyebrow as he didn’t quite catch it.

“Hm? Speak up poppet,” he said, and you sighed and said it again louder this time.

“Oh let her off this one time Remus, she must have forgotten,” James defended you, rubbing your back so you knew he was on your side.

“I was,” Remus started, irking slightly as he recalled how you talked back. “But instead she told me off for my offer,”

James grew confused, looking down at you. “Love, that’s not true is it?” He asked, pinching your cheek and you pushed his hand away. You thought he was on your side.

“Remus said I was flaunting my ass! I wasn’t! And even if I was, what's the problem with that? I’ll flaunt my ass whenever I want!” You huffed, another small rule broke at your words. Remus rolled his tongue over his teeth, James folding his arms over his chest. Oh dear lord, you were in for it now if you kept going.

“This isn’t far, it’s 2 against one,” you pointed out as you now realized James wasn’t on your side. You copied them, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It wouldn’t have been 2 against one if you didn’t break a rule,” Remus reminded you, you grew frustrated.

“Well I don’t like your stupid rules,” you stated, now you began to get worried. Why did you keep talking, it wasn’t too late for you to apologize and say you were sorry.

“Up to our dorm,” James said roughly and grasped your elbow, you shook him off and stepped back. “No I don’t wanna,” you said and they both let out a laugh.

“Come on, we’re not asking again,” Remus said, you felt your nerves jitter. You’ve never been punished before and the worry began to build quickly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you took another step back. Your back hit a person and you cursed yourself. Without turning around, you knew it was Sirius. But hopefully, you prayed he was on your side. Sirius must have read your thoughts, because he quickly said a “they’re right bun, you know if you break a rule you get punished,”

You frowned, huffing out as you realized there wasn’t a chance to escape now. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling away from Sirius as you began to walk down the hall to the portrait. They followed behind, Remus shaking his head.

You stopped at the portrait, arms still crossed over your chest as they said the password and led you upstairs to their dorm. With the thud of the door being closed, you felt the need for a meltdown.

They hadn't discussed what kind of punishment went with each rule, they hadn’t thought they wouldn't need to punish their good girl. James had insisted you would never break a rule, but apparently he was wrong.

They picked up that you were worried, but they couldn’t just let it slide, you’d think that breaking rules was okay and that you could get away with it.

You walked over and set your bag down on James' dresser, sitting down on his bed, hands still folded over your chest.

“Okay, cool off,” James said and walked over to you. “I want you to know we aren’t punishing you while mad, that’s not how this is going to work,” he stated, and Remus nodded.

“We honestly hadn’t planned out a punishment, we thought you would be good,” Sirius said, that hurt. “I am good!” You replied, upset at the fact they didn’t think you were good.

“Hey, you’re not on thin ice anymore missy, I’d watch what you say if I were you,” Remus snapped and you went quiet with a frown.

“We know you’re a good girl,” James soothed over, giving a glare to Sirius. “That’s not what he meant,”

You began to open your mouth for a snappy comment, maybe even going as far as to call James dumb, but you closed your mouth and stayed silent. “Okay,” you nodded, “I understand,”

“You know why we have to punish you?” Sirius asked, and you nodded. “Say it, we want to know that you know what you did was wrong,”

“I broke a rule, well two rules,”

“Two rules?” Sirius questioned, he had missed the start of the backlash. “She went out to Hogsmeade without my permission for her outfit,” Remus cleared up.

“technically she actually broke three,” James said, your eyes opened as you looked over at him. How could he? You felt the need to cry, they seemed really upset. Who knew you would hate them being upset at you so much?

“Three?” You questioned in pure confusion.

“You cussed, you know I don’t like that,” James explained with a hand on your thigh, you nodded in defeat. “It’s alright, bun,” he kissed your cheek.

“James, don’t encourage that she can break your rules,” Remus advised and your shoulder slumped at the fact this wasn’t a time for you to get praises.

“Alright, let’s discuss punishments, she’s scared I don’t like that,” Sirius said and sat opposite of you, Remus took a seat on the chair by James dresser.

“You want us to list some?” James asked, “we won’t do anything without your permission,” he explained and rubbed your knee, you sighed but was a bit confused.

“You can use your safe word any time you feel unsafe, even during punishments. We never want you to be scared of us, okay?” Remus said, rubbing your cheek and you nodded. You leaned your face in his palm, you wanted to soak up all the affection before your punishment.

“We need clarification, you understand bun,” Sirius said, you opened your eyes when Remus pulled his hand away. “I understand, I can use my safe word whenever I need to, even during punishments,” you nodded along, slowly the nerves began to settle.

“Good girl,” James praised, “don’t think we’re going to praise you during punishments either, but since it’s your first time we’ll be more understanding,” Remus explained and you nodded.

“Alright, what about spanking? Not letting her cum for a certain amount of time? Degrading?” Sirius rushed out the ones off the type of his head, your stomach flipped at the word spanking.

They discussed punishments in front of you for a few minutes, some making you worry and others you nodded along like you’d enjoy it. You didn’t know why, but hearing them talk like you weren’t even there was making you feel dizzy.

“What about a simple time out? I don’t want to go all out for her first punishment, I don’t want her to be scared,” James said, rubbing your back gently.

“Let’s make her pick, that way she has control over the first punishment,” Remus said, looking away from Sirius as he kept his eyes on you. “We’ll let you pick this time, but don’t think you’ll get to pick the next time you break a rule,” he explained and you nodded.

“No punishment,” you choose and Sirius laughed, kissing your forehead. “That’s not how it works bunny,” he began and you sighed. You thought for another minute, spanking couldn’t be bad could it?

“I guess spanking,” you nodded, Remus nodded but James wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, I still think we should give her a time out, maybe even not let her speak for a day or so,” James said, Sirius didn’t agree.

“She wants to be spanked, we’ll spank ‘er,” Sirius said, patting your thigh.

“The whole point of a punishment is that we don’t do what she wants, it’s not a punishment if she likes it,” James explained, you began to worry again.

“I don’t wanna do something scary,” you say, you thought about the discussion of the things you definitely didn’t want to do at the first of your relationship. Were they going to do something that was past your boundary? At the thought alone, you began to sob.

“James look what you did, you’re scaring her,” Sirius rolled his eyes as he took you in his arms, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back.

“M’don’t wanna do things past my boundary,” you sobbed, they all softened at the miscommunication. “Oh no poppet, we would never go past your boundary, that’s not what a punishment is,” James sighed, you sniffled and pulled back, wiping your eyes. “No?”

“Of course not,” Remus clarified, “like we said, safe words can be used during any moment you feel unsafe, do you need to use it now? We can postpone the punishment until you’re ready,”

You shook your head, “no, the faster the punishment is over the faster I can be your good girl again,” you whispered.

“That’s right, just focus on that huh? We’ll be so proud of you for taking the punishment like a good girl,” Sirius said, looking over at James and Remus. They all agreed and you wiped your cheeks.

“Okay but how many spanks? And how hard?” You asked, they all thought for a moment, james and Sirius looking over at Remus for the final answer.

“20 or so? That seems fair,” Remus states and the latter agree, you felt confident with being able to handle 20. “But how hard?” You asked, James stood you up and you felt a hard smack against your ass. You yelped, hand going over to rub the now red skin.

“Does that count as one?” You question, Remus was about to say no but Sirius caught him off. “Might as well,” he states, “who’s giving the punishment? Cant be me cause I’ll enjoy it too much,”

“I want James,” you say, but James shakes his head. “You upset Remus' earlier love, I’ll give you 10 and Remus will give you the other,” he says, looking over at Remus to see if he agrees. The taller boy nodded.

After a few minutes of questioning, you had situated yourself on James lap. Sirius laid on his bed, clear view of your now exposed ass (James had previously risen your skirt and pushed down your panties). You took a deep breath, Remus explaining once again that you could use your safe word whenever you needed.

With the first official smack, you sucked in a breath. There was a certain excitement about it, even the boys felt their heart race as James abused your soft flesh with a couple more smacks. Your skin red on both cheeks, James even went as far as to hitting the low of your thigh.

After the tenth smack, you had begun to let tears slip past your waterline. Sniffling as you sat up and moved to sit in Remus' lap. Once sprawled out, you whispered a small choked out “okay” for Remus to continue where James left off.

Remus’s spanks we’re harder than James, by the fourth you had become a whimpering mess. Your apologies for misbehaving leaked out every smack, it was like dominos. Your skin felt raw to the touch, the spanks stung.

Remus applied the last smack quickly, Sirius sitting up as James fell to his knee beside the bed, stroking your hair. “You did such a good job, poppet, made us so proud,” James whispered as Sirius passed Remus some cream.

Your face deep in the sheets, sobs admitting loudly as you feel the cool cream get rubbed into your hot skin. Sirius rubbed your leg, Remus finished and flipped your skirt down to hide your reddened ass.

“Look at that, you took your first punishment so good,” Sirius said, Remus helped you sit up as you wrapped your arms around his collar.

“M’so so sorry, never break a rule again,” you sobbed, vowing to never receive another punishment. Even though they knew a punishment was necessary, they felt their hearts stop at the sound of your cry.

“Oh baby, shh. Let’s get you some candy from your bag,” Sirius says, grabbing the honey duke's bag as he rummages through it. Remus guides you away from his neck, sitting you down in his lap. You hissed, the contact not feeling good on your abused behind.

James had opened a water bottle for you, pushing in a straw and holding it for you to drink. You nodded your thanks and shakily took it, sipping it graciously. Your eyes were puffy and red, James wiped your face with a tissue, cleaning your mascara from your cheeks.

Sirius had opened a pack of peppermint patties for you, you chewed on it gently and leaned against Remus’s back. After they got you calmed down, the praises had been never ending.

“Look at you, took your first punishment so well,”

“Good girl, best sub we will ever have, hm?”

“Took the spanks so well didn’t she, prongs?”

“She’s such a good girl, don’t you think moony?”

You felt dizzy at their compliments, nodding as they all came tumbling in at once. Sirius had begun brushing your hair, James kissing your cheeks to make you laugh.

“So proud of you poppet,” James whispered in your ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up.

“Let’s go run you a bath and soothe your skin hm? Then will bring you dinner and you can rest with us tonight,” James said, stepping into the bathroom.

“Okay, I’d like that,” you nod tiredly, resting your head on James' chest. Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad.

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[slytherinwh0re]

Dinner date

Draco Malfoy x female reader AU

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni) and swearing

Summary: Where you and Draco are coworkers and he asks you on a dinner date. 

Masterlist

You need a drink.

The job of an auror is always difficult but this week was so busy you’ve had absolutely no time to yourself. Thank Merlin it’s Friday and you have the rest of the weekend off.

Once you walk into The Leaky Cauldron you go straight for the bar, Tom already pouring your drink. You give him a small thank you as he walks away to attend to the rest of the packed bar, it is Friday after all. The brandy burns your throat slightly but it’s exactly what you need right now.

You look over at the man taking a seat next to you immediately recognizing him as your coworker, Draco Malfoy. You went to Hogwarts together but never talked until after the battle when you both received jobs as aurors at the ministry. Many people still didn’t trust him completely because of his father’s choices but now he’s a man who chooses for himself and there’s no denying his change in character. He’s a good man and proved himself to be a great wizard.

You see him often at the ministry but any conversation with Malfoy is about work and maybe a quick hi here and there. He does his job and keeps to himself.

“Busy week wasn’t it (y/l/n)?” He looks tired but handsome nonetheless.

“Bloody horrible, I’ve been looking forward to this drink all week Malfoy.” You take another swig to prove your point.

“You and I both, tell you what, next rounds on me and call me Draco.” He slap a few galleons on the table and Tom brings us each another drink. You can’t help but smile feeling as though you just made a friend in the blonde.

The next hour is full of conversation between you two. Draco is surprisingly easy to talk to and even sorta funny, although that could just be the effects from the Brandy.

“Who would’ve known that Draco Malfoy actually has a sense of humor.” The serious look on his face makes you burst out laughing and you notice he’s trying to keep from smiling.

“I’ve always been hilarious for your information.” This just makes you laugh harder.

“Over dramatic maybe, but funny? I don’t think so.” He can’t hold back his laughter anymore and all you can do is stare at the handsome man in front of you with a big grin on your face.

“Well it’s getting late and I’m completely knackered but I had a great time (y/n). One of my best nights in a while actually. I was wondering if you’d maybe want to come over tomorrow afternoon and I could cook us some dinner?” Your already pink cheeks turned bright red.

“I’d love to Draco.”

***

The next morning while you’re eating breakfast a beautiful white owl taps on your window with a letter from Draco.

(Y/n),

Hope you’re having a good morning, dinner will be ready at 7. See you then.

Draco

You read it at least ten time, letting the fact that you’re going to Draco’s house for a dinner date sink in.

***

Your walk to the Malfoy manor was a short one, the crisp fall air feeling good against your skin. You had decided on wearing your favorite pair of black skinny jeans, the ones that made your ass look great, a cream sweater, and matching cream boots.

You knock on the gigantic wooden door twice and not even 10 second later Draco is letting you in.

“You look amazing (y/n), I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for having me, it smells great.”

As you walk through the house with Draco you’re in awe of how spectacular the entire place is. You’ve never been in a house this big.

“I hope you like ham.” He looks nervous.

“I love it, everything looks amazing. You’ve really out done yourself.” He really did, the ham was in the center surrounded by a ton of side dishes.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made a little bit of everything.” His cheeks were slightly pink as he pulled your chair out for you.

***

Dinner was as amazing as it looked, both of you ate far too much so you went to the living room to lounge around.

You sat on the same couch as Draco facing each other, about a foot apart, each of you with a glass of Brandy on the table, laughing at some ridiculous joke he made. Suddenly he reached his hand out to push a lose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand skimmed against your jaw and grabbed your chin for a second before letting go.

“You’ve always been so beautiful (y/n).” He was so close you could feel his breath on your face. You put your hand on his knee, needing to touch him in some way.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You looked at his lips once before leaning in. Draco met you halfway, finally connecting his lips with yours. It was a short sweet kiss that made your stomach flutter. He brought his thumb up to your bottom lip dragging it across before lightly grabbing your throat with his long fingers and going in for a much rougher kiss, not that you were complaining.

You broke away so you could swing your body so you had one knee on either side of his legs straddling him. He put his hands on your hips as you kissed him again, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you shifted your hips slightly making him groan, holding onto them tighter.

Your reach for his shirt, Draco takes one hand behind his head and yanks it off in one swift motion. That was possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed. He reaches for the hem of your sweater, fingers grazing your bare skin.

“May I?”

Instead of answering you take the sweater off yourself showing off your deep green bra.

“I love the color.” He smirks at you knowingly.

“I thought you might.” You giggle as he starts leaving open mouth kisses on the tops of your breast. You reach around to unclasp the material, feeling way too impatient to wait for him to do it. You let it fall in between your bodies, picking it up and tossing it to the end of the couch. His hands move from your hips, running across the sides of your body.

Draco looks right at you when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, making you throw your head back and moan quietly. You feel him straining against his jeans so you start moving your hips in small circles. You grab his belt and undo it quickly, you unbutton his jeans, and slowly slide yourself down until you’re kneeling in between his knees on the floor.

“You look so sexy love. You gonna suck my dick for me pretty girl?” You bite your lip and nod, never breaking eye contact with him. You grab his pants and boxer and pull them down, his big length slapping him in the stomach.

You wrap your small hand around him, slowly pumping him. You lick a bold stripe up the base of his length making him hiss and then you’re taking him in your mouth. Draco grabs your hair from falling into your face and you hollow your cheeks, sucking harder. You love how in control you feel of the sexy man in front of you. You twist your hand at his base in rythm with your mouth as you look up at him.

He pulls your head back by the hair, makes you stand up and starts taking off your pants.

“These jeans have been driving me crazy all night but I think they’ll look better off.” He slide them down your legs along with your underwear. He sits back on the couch so he could look at you standing completely naked in front of him groaning more to himself about how perfect you are.

You climb back on to his lap so your straddling him again, this time grabbing his dick and slowly stroking it inbetween your soaked folds. You’ve been soaked since he grabbed you throat. Finally you can’t take it anymore, you sink down until you’re sitting all the way on him. You can’t help the loud moans that leave your mouth as you bounce up and down on him.

He’s sitting back, his hands roaming your entire body, finally resting on your ass. One hand smacking down on it, the feeling causing you to scream his name.

“Scream my name (y/n), let everyone know you’re mine.” He grabs your hair again, pulling your head back so he has better access to your neck and starts laying kisses everywhere, sucking on certain spots, leaving dark marks. One hand is on your hips and he starts thrusting up, meeting your hips with his, his name falling from your lips continuously.

“Draco I’m gonna cum, I’m so close.” You feel the knot in your abdomen tightening more with every bounce, his hand in your hair moves down to your clit. He rubs it with his thumb, tracing figure eights onto you while you lean back, a hand on each of his knees.

“Cum for me (y/n), you look so fucking sexy riding my dick, such a good girl.” With one final flick of his thumb on your clit you come undone. Your ears are ringing and all you see are stars. Second later Draco’s spilling in to you, his face in the crook of your neck.

You both clean yourselves up quietly, he hands you his tshirt to put on and you do so without question. It smells just like him.

“Spend the night with me?” He’s looking right at you and you know you’re a goner.

“Only if you get me another cup of Brandy.” He laughs quietly while pulling up his jeans.

“Sounds good, I was gonna make you hang out with me tomorrow anyways.”

#draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #draco x reader #slytherin #draco lucius malfoy #draco #malfoy #request something #draco fanfiction #draco imagine #draco x you #harry potter smut #hp smut

[txdoroki]

please don’t leave me

warnings: character death sorta, i mean it doesn’t have anything to do with the mha storyline, but someone dies in this, blood/gore/fighting

desc: bakugou is breaking up with his partner, and they don’t understand it was for the greater good. idfk im bad at descriptions lmao

ANGSTY ASF

pairing: bakugou x reader

words: 1,444- woo

@frxggie hope this is angsty enough for you honey💗

“suki what are you talking about?” you looked up at bakugou with your brows furrowed, confusion and fear laced in your gaze.

he’d said he was faking it, he didn’t want to be with you anymore.

“look, i never want to see you again. these past years have been fucking hell for me, i can’t stand you,” your boyfriend.. well, ex-boyfriend stood in front of our bed, scoffing when he saw tears begin to form in your eyes, “quit that, this is hard for me too,”

you felt like you’d been beaten to a pulp. you’d placed your heart in his hands, entrusting all of your secrets and trust into him, and he tore it up right in front of you. you trusted him, you loved him. he told you he’d never leave, that you meant the universe to him, and you took that as the truth. 

all good things must come to an end i guess 

“why would you lie to me,” your voice cracked as you bit your bottom lip to hush the cries that threatened to wrack through your body, trying your best not to breakdown in front of him.

“because you’re one clingy ass bitch, it isn’t like the lies were very difficult to pull off. you’re so fucking desperate for love that you chose me? why,” 

every word that bakugou said tore both of your hearts apart. he wished he didn’t have to do this, he loved you so much. you were his soulmate, and he had to ruin your year just because he was stupid enough to....

“get out of my dorm right now,” you choked on your sobs, and the dam broke before you could get him away from you. you lost it, more and more sobs and cries escaping your mouth with every passing second.

he instinctively reached out to hug you, and you screamed when his hand touched your shoulder. he pulled back, and stared at the ground. for the first time ever, he looked defeated.

he wished you understood he didn’t want to hurt you like this.

“get the fuck away from me, i can’t believe you, get away from me,” you covered your ears when he tried to say something. you didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say. tears flew down your face, and they seemed to be never ending.

all of that fire of joy and love that had been crackling in bakugou’s chest just a few hours before, was gone. its place was filled with. well. nothing. it’d always be empty.

it was a spot only your love could fill.

when bakugou just stood there while you cried, grief filled you. his presence no longer felt warm and comforting, instead it was quite the opposite. 

“i told you to get away from me, bakugou,” the use of his last name made him take in a sharp breath. 

“y/n,”

“shut up and get away from me,” you bawled, grabbing one of your pillows to cry into.

you both wished it didn’t have to happen this way.

you both wished it didn’t happen in general.

you didn’t notice when he quietly exited your dorm, but you were thankful he did. you couldn’t stand the sight of him right now, and everything seemed to remind you of him.

the walls that he’d hold you against and kiss you. your bed that you cuddled with him on. the teddy bear he got you on your first date. everywhere you looked, a different memory you made with him would flood your mind. when he first kissed you. when you were cuddling with him and he said “god you’re such a dumbass, i love you.”. when you shared your deepest secrets with him.

when he promised he’d always be there.

when he promised he would always love you.

when he promised.

the love of your life just walked away from you. he just told you that you were useless to him, and that he didn’t love you anymore. 

all hell broke loose inside of you once more, and you were sure if someone was outside they’d be able to hear your cries.

a few hours later, you’d decided to walk to a nearby icecream parlor to try and cheer yourself up.

 although it was long forgotten when you saw bakugou walk out of the dorm building as you were turning the corner to go outside to your car. you decided to follow him even though every bone in your body begged you not to, but you were too worried as to what he was up to at two in the morning. he was usually asleep, the hell was happening?

you were really confused as you were following him to see you wound up at an elementary school playground. 

and even more confused when you saw a green, glowing figure stood next to the swings.

why was he meeting up with deku?

“so, are you ready to die?” midoriya laughed, although it didn’t really sound like him, as bakugou walked over to him with his head down.

when you saw your beloved nod sadly, your stomach turned.

they exchanged small talk for a short few minutes, talking about how midoriya was getting the “ultimate payback” for the years of bakugou’s bullying.

they nodded to each other before both getting into fighting stance and, i suppose you could say, you acted without thinking.

you ran out from behind a random bush you were hiding at and held them apart, “please don’t do this,”

“y/n, get away from here, now,” bakugou pushed you at least a few feet away, not paying enough attention to notice the punch that was about to land on his face.

he got launched into the ground, the cement cracking as he slid through it with the most force you’ve ever seen from izuku.

“katsuki,” you screamed, about to run towards him and help before izuku started charging towards you instead of his primary prey.

he almost kicked you with 20% of his power, but bakugou shot up from where he was laying on the ground and blocked it. 

“i told you, i’m not letting you,” he panted out as he took a moment to cough up a few droplets of blood, “i’m not letting you hurt them,”

“quit with your stupid savior shit and fight me, not so tough when your little love bird is here, are you?” izuku spat at your boyfriend, bringing his foot up from the ground then back down on bakugou’s ribs.

a disgusting crack came from the direction they both were as he dug his foot into bakugou’s body.

you wanted to puke. your boyfriend was going to die and you couldn’t do shit.

after izuku landed punch after kick after punch, he smirked and waved to you, then walked the opposite way of the dorms you all had came from.

you ran to bakugou, sitting on your knees as you held his head in your hands.

he slowly blinked at you, and began to cry. the dried blood that covered his cheeks and was around his mouth moved as his face scrunched up with hurt.

neither of you were sure if the hurt was mental or physical. probably both.

“i’m so.. sorry,” he coughed out blood again, and you nearly hit your skull against him when you leaned down and nuzzled your head against his.

“please,” you cried, “please don’t leave me!”

“i’m sorry, i never wanted to hurt you,” he weakly nodded, attempting to sit up, but his arm bones were cracked.

you helped him sit up for a moment, and you wrapped your arms as tight around his body as you could without hurting him.

your entire body hurt from the sobs that wracked through your body.

when he suddenly started going limp, you pulled back from the hug and looked him in the eyes, searching for something, anything in his gaze to show he still had hope of living.

“i’m sorry.... i love you so much,” he whispered, and his eyes closed.

you screamed, hot tears against your skin as you begged him not to die. not to give up. not to leave you alone in this cold world.

you watched his breathing slow, and you felt powerless.

“wake up, come on i know you can wake up,”

“please, babe, please,”

“i know you can live, just open your damn eyes,”

“please don’t leave me,” you screamed, your ears ringing and your throat hoarse from how loud you’d been yelling and sobbing.

you stayed there for hours, begging your beloved’s eyes to open, or for his chest to rise and fall.

it never happened.

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[flappingdragon200]

Summary}

Noelle gets noticed by her big brother and his rival. Noelle gets caught and the two have to explain themselves (Sorta). But all in all, Noelle finally strikes a deal with her siblings.

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[Previously]

"You know..." Her brother sighed before continuing, " I should have challenged you to a game of poker. I would have won. And I'd also have more money on my behalf." He looked up and smiled, and Fuegoleon dipped Nozel and... and...

MY BROTHER IS GAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

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[Continue...]

Noelle didn't know what to do. She stood there, eye's wide, as her brother's rival kissed him, on the lips, passionately, as his hands traveled up and down Nozel's leg heatedly. Noelle couldn't believe this...

Her brother moaned...

Never in her lifetime of living with her brother, never ever, had she heard him make that kind of sound before. But here she is, seeing what she couldn't believe was possible.

W-wait... What..?! I... I have to be seeing things...

Noelle blinked twice, she even rubbed her eyes to see if it was real. And in fact... It was.

Noelle backed up feeling very confused, but she didn't know that there was a table with a vase on it. And yes by now I think you know what's going to happe-

C R A S H

The vase fell and broke as she bumped her hip against the table.

She saw between the crack of the door, they looked at the crack and saw someone, but they didn't know who...

"See! I TOLD you! You idiotic oaf!" Nozel said as he slapped Fuegoleon in the face with an obvious blush on his face.

Noelle didn't know what to do as her brother came closer to the door. Her feet yet again deciding for her, she sprinted for her life as she ran down the hall.

As Nozel gotten to the doors and opened them to see who was out there. But as he looked from his right to his left, he saw just the outline of someone's feet running the corner of the hallway. Nozel walked back over to Fuegoleon.

"You... Will stay here and wait till I come back. You got that?" Nozel said as he pushed a finger to Fuegoleon's chest harshly as he backed up and put his hands in the air as a, "I surrender" Move.

After he did so, Nozel tried his best to run as fast as he could in heels, hoping to catch the culprit who dared to sneak a peek inside of the room, while he was doing something that he should have never been doing.

Damn it..! My reputation is ruined now..!

{Back With Noelle}

Noelle didn't stop running until she knew she was far away, where any of them couldn't find her.

Noelle put her hands on her knees and bet over, as she caught her breath. It took 5 minutes to regain her normal breathing. Her throat was dry after breathing so hard. Her legs didn't seem to be working anymore, so she sat down and regained her composer.

As she did so, she looked around at where she was at.

She didn't know where she was at. She didn't even know that this place existed. She never saw this place before. But. It looked like it hasn't been touched in years.

It didn't seem like anyone, not even a single soul has traveled through these halls, and you could tell by the many cobwebs and spiders, and the old paint on the broken tables, and the rickety doors that could break any moment someone touched them.

Despite Noelle's legs that ached with every move, she stood up to wander around to see where she was at.

Noelle traveled down hallways, opened up doors to old bedrooms, guest rooms, bathrooms, living rooms, lounge rooms, and many more.

Noelle opened the last door from the hallway she was in and took a quick look inside. Nothing was new, it was just another guest room.

All in all, there wasn't much to explore, there was just 4 guest rooms, 2 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, 1 lounge room, and 2 living rooms, and an abandoned hot spring, with no controls as they were ripped out of the wall, and the pools where the hot water would be were empty and the paint was dried and cracked, and it also smelled horribly disgusting.

Noelle closed the door and continued to walk down the rest of the door-less hallway and turned another corner.

What she saw was, at the end of the hallway there was a pair of double doors, quite large, with gold, and silver designs on them.

Noelle got curious and walked toward the door. She got closer to the door. And soon enough, she was looking at the door handle wondering if she pulled that handle, what would be on the other side of the door.

But she was immediately stopped when she remembered why she was here.

Wait... I'm not here to be exploring! I'm here to fix things with my siblings..!

Noelle shook her head, and walked back down the empty hallway, back the way her siblings were at.

{Meanwhile With Nozel and Fuegoleon}

"This is all your fault..!" Nozel shouted at Fuegoleon as he stripped from his "Dress" and put on his regular attire for the day as Fuegoleon had his back to him, doing the same thing.

"How is this my fault? I had nothing to do with this." Fuegoleon replied while putting on his under white/tan T-shirt, and soon following it, his abnormally heavy cardigan.

"If you hadn't started that fight and struck that deal, then afterward suggested that we did whatever we did in that... Room... Then this would never have happened..! It's your god damn fault! My reputation is ruined because of you and your silly games!" Nozel finished as he put on his choker and went to get his sandals.

"Look. I didn't know that someone would sneak on us and take a look. I can't tell the future Nozel." Fuegoleon said as he tied his belt around his stomach and finished his look by putting on his boots.

In fact, Fuegoleon was right. He couldn't tell the future.

"Well, you better start trying," Nozel said as he put on his sandals and stormed out the door yet again.

Fuegoleon sighed as he picked up the suit he was wearing before this event started, and folded it nicely as he set it down on Nozel's bedside table.

"Well, that was a waste of time. So much for trying to get him to soften up a bit." Fuegoleon said as he rubbed the back of his head as he climbed out the balcony window and went back to the other side of the Silva Estate.

{Yet Again Back With Noelle}

Noelle walked the halls of the Silva Estate in search of someone, a maid, a butler, hell, even one of her siblings.

As Noelle was walking down one of the hallways about to turn the corner, something or someone, rushed by the hallway in front of her.

(If this is confusing I'll just- you know what... Here...)

📷

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Noelle fell to the ground as she wondered what the hell just happened. She blinked a few times before she stood up once again.

Noelle shook her head in disbelief.

No... That couldn't be him... That can't be-

"Noelle?"

Noelle poked her head up to see her big brother, in his normal attire look at her with a raised eyebrow and a light crimson blush on his face.

Noelle yet again rubbed her eyes to see what she was seeing was true. And yet again, in fact, it was, real.

Noelle's face turned bright red as she got in a stance to run.

And she did.

As Noelle did run her head only thought of one thing,

I'M DEAD, I'M DEAD, IM DEAD!!!

Soon she found herself being wrapped up in something cold, and smooth. Her legs kept swinging as if she was still running when she was actually being lifted up from the marble floor.

And in an instant, she was looking at her big brother's eyes in terror.

"I think we need to have a little talk..."

"Ooh~! H-Hey Nozel~! Didn't see you there! How is life going for you?~" Noelle was sweating underneath her clothing as she felt his cold gaze upon her as she looked anywhere but at him.

"Enough of the pep talk. Your coming with me." Nozel said as she lost all hope of trying to escape from his magic's grasp.

"I'm screwed..." Noelle said as a ghost-like figure came from her mouth as she looked while as a ghost.

[Mini-Time skip!]

Noelle was now, sitting on the couch, accompanied by Fuegoleon and her big brother Nozel.

It was dead silent. Noelle was shaking in her seat.

"Look. Noelle. I'm sure whatever you saw was a big misunderstand-" Fuegoleon was cut off by Nozel.

"She's not an idiot like you. She has eye's you know..." Nozel glared daggers at Fuegoleon and he just sighed.

"Then you take it from here. I have no idea why I was called here in the first pl-" Fuegoleon had gotten to stand up but was grabbed by the arm and pulled down by Nozel.

"You're staying right here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so." Nozel shot daggers at Fuegoleon's figure.

Fuegoleon just sighed and crossed his arms while sitting back in the seat, closing his eyes, waiting for them to continue what they were going to talk about.

"I have no idea who let you in the first place, and if that was you at the door, you have seen nothing. Do I make myself clear?" Nozel said glaring at his little sister as she was in a different dimension at the moment in this timeline.

WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?! MY LIFE IS DOOMED!

Then an awkward silence fell between them, with Nozel waiting for an answer, clearly, he wasn't going to get any time soon, and Fuegoleon who was just laid back as usual, and Noelle... Going ape shit crazy as of the moment.

Noelle Couldn't focus. But it was only when Fuegoleon called out to her multiple times she awoke from her wonders.

"Uhh... Y-Yes?" Noelle spoke and Nozel sighed, thinking that would be the best answer he was going to get out from the younger one.

Nozel pressed on the bridge of his nose and asked her a question, "What are you even doing here anyway? I thought you didn't like it here..." he spoke not looking in the direction of the teenager.

"uhh... well... You see... uhh..." Noelle was sweating. No. beyond sweating. She felt like a burning volcano.

"Well?" Nozel looked at her in the eye with a questionable look on his face.

Brother Nozel is scary. I think even scarier than Captain Yami...

Noelle gulped, and took a deep breath then shouted, "THE TRUTH IS I WANT TO MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU!!!"

Nozel nearly fell off his seat, and Fuegoleon flinched heavily.

Who knew the girl could scream so loud?

After both of the older males' ears came back from the dead, Nozel asked her another question, "What kind of deal..?"

He was a bit scared. But he wouldn't admit it.

"Well..." Noelle looked around and saw servants looking their way, then responded, "I think it's better with privacy. I don't want rumors spreading..." She then looked back to the ground contemplating her existence.

Nozel shot a deathly glare at the servants signaling to stop whatever they are doing and go as far away as possible.

The servants were now on the other side of the estate.

Nozel looked back to Noelle, "Continue." He said while Fuegoleon sweatdropped.

Noelle looked up to meet her brother's gaze, she once again gulped, but this time, with fear, "The truth is, I don't want the bond we barely even have to break... I don't want to live in fear every time I have to see you or Solid and Nebra anymore. I want to have a normal family, like everyone else..."

Both males' eyes widened at her statement.

Nozel was beyond shock. Fuegoleon just smiled in disbelief.

Noelle looked at Fuegoleon and then her brother. She looked down to the floor. She didn't know what to do. How will they react? What will they think of her?

It was a long silence before someone spoke up. Guess who? It's secret. (Just read ahead)

Nozel cleared his throat before speaking, "I will notify Nebra and Solid about this matter. Until then you will have to wait for an answer. I will send you a letter to your squad's headquarters." Nozel sat up from his seat and pulled Fuegoleon by the ear.

"Ouch! Hey! What's the rush?!" Fuegoleon was dragged across the room, and up the stairs questioning Nozel.

"We, have more important matters to discuss..." Nozel growled as he pulled Fuegoleon, by the ear, even harder.

Noelle watched them bicker as they walked off into the distance. She sat there figuring out what had just happened.

Noelle blinked a few times before smiling and laughing.

Well... That's not what I had expected... But. it's a great start!

Noelle sat up with a smile on her face as she went to leave the estate. As Noelle did so, she passed by the portrait of her Mother. She stopped to look at it and smiled even brighter.

I hope your watching mother... I hope you're doing well. I know I am.

And Noelle continued to walk outside and to The Black Bulls hideout. She cant wait to tell them what had happened.

No. She really can't.

#noelle silva #Nozel Silva #Noelle #Nozel #silva siblings #Silva bonding #Story #fuegoleon x nozel #nozel x fuegoleon #black clover #black clover captains #black clover au #black clover fanfiction #Asta #black clover asta #yami sukehiro #Yami #Solid silva #Nebra silva #Nebra #Solid #Forgot to post this sorry lol #I'll have the next one ready in 3 days tops

[themagicmistress]

Heere’s an excerpt from the first draft of ‘Flowers, Soft Beneath My Heels.’ Scrapped most of it, but I liked this scene! Soo, here it is

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Rumblecusp is a nice place. The sky is clear and has been most of the days they’ve been here. The air is still and windless save the light breezes that simply ruffle the tree leaves.

Despite the relative peace of the environment, which on any other day would be idyllic, her view of the town is one of slight chaos, and in a different way than it had been last night. People are angry, stone-faced and yelling at each other, faces darkened with rage. Yelling is fine. She has a feeling they’re just doing it to do something instead of nothing in their situation. Some, however, wander through the village with lost faces, looking pleadingly up at the sky as if for answers. It has none to give them, she knows. The Moonweaver has said her piece.

But Yasha’s not looking for trouble, or any of the previous followers of the not-god. She peers curiously around the village, trying to call back to mind the location Anola had told her to go looking for.

She has to knock on a few doors and then awkwardly backtrack as she’s met with more than one tear-streaked face until Yasha finds an older man with a long wispy beard and weary black eyes.

“No alcohol here,” he says roughly and goes to slam the door. She wedges her toe between it and the frame before he can. His eyebrows fly nearly to his hairline. “Of course,” says the man she really hopes is Kresh, “I could always reconsider.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Yasha reassures and he leans back from her a bit. “I’m not going to hurt you,” She says more insistently and Kresh nods quickly. She stifles a sigh. “Look, I’m just looking to buy something nice for a friend and Anola said you were the person to go to.”

The pressure on her foot lessens and the door swings open. “Oh,” his face is sheepish, “Something sweet, right?”

“Yes,” Yasha tells him. Her heels ache and her heart’s still hopping a half-beat too fast from the earlier scare. She wants to be safe beneath the protection of the dome, her friends breathing warm beside her.

The candies are twenty-five gold, a bit more than mainland prices, but well worth it.

She sticks her head into the dome and there’s a second of relief as she sees them all sitting next to each other, not having moved an inch. 

“Jester?” Yasha makes sure her voice is quiet with Beau leaning against Caleb’s shoulder, the two of them having dozed off. “Can I talk to you?”

Jester looks up from underneath Fjord’s arm, who doesn’t appear to notice his own slow attempts to pull her closer. “Sure, what do you want?”

She hesitates. “Just about stuff. Stuff that happened today.” The cleric’s face falls and for a second Yasha feels bad but she didn’t want Nott or the others to bug the tiefling about the candies.

“Oh. Coming.”

They don’t go far from the dome, Jester’s steps short and hurried. She’s also reluctant to go far, to stray more than she needs to.

Yasha pulls out the small sack out and hands it to her. “Here. I thought you’d like these and I also thought you’d prefer to not share, so… here I am giving them to you away from the others.”

The moment Jester figures out what the rock-like amber stones are, her face lights up. “Yasha!” she gasps, and her face breaks into a grin, “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and tonight was a lot. So.” She rubs the back of her neck. “You deserve it.” 

Jester pops one into her mouth and groans and her stomach does a split-second drop as she thinks oh-no-I-messed-up before she realizes it’s a happy noise.

“These are so good!” Jester shoves the bag back into her hands, “They’re really sweet and sorta crunchy at the same time. Holy cow, I can’t believe you got these here, Yasha, because when we leave I’m never gonna be able to get them again.” Her words are a little garbled with the candy in her mouth, but then she gives a pointed look to the bag. “What are you waiting for, are you going to eat one already or not?”

“They’re for you,” she refutes.

“Yeah, but I want you to have one, so eat it,” she tells her flatly. Yasha eats the candy. 

It’s a little caramelly and it melts in her mouth, with tiny hints of vanilla, all flavours she only knows because of Jester. It spreads in her teeth, sticky but pleasing, and in the center is a hard middle she discovers is a nut as she grinds it between her molars.

The tiefling’s fingers are deft, plucking candy after candy from the bag. They don’t shake and her friend’s demeanor remains unbothered by the night’s events.

What had her face looked like, fingers clenched around green robes, eyes teary toward liquid moonlight? She can only see what Jester shows her now. Someone delighted, maybe a little too delighted, by a simple gift of confectionery. Yasha only knows how she felt, watching a friend drift into the sky, glittering with chains like early morning dew on spiderwebs. Her pulse drumming in her ears, a war drum, teeth clenched, sword clenched, and useless.

Would that she could fell a god for her friend, but Yasha has never been able to claim herself saviour.

“Wanna ‘nother?” Jester offers, face curious now. She swallows. “How are you, Yasha?”

She blinks, taken aback. “I’m fine. Jester, are you okay? That’s— that was a lot up there.”

The answer is immediate. “I’m—” Jester stops. Frowns. “I’m fine too. You don’t need to worry about me, Yasha. I got what I wanted, didn’t I?”

That’s one way of looking at it. She got what she wanted, so all the other stuff, herself gone forever, separated from her friends, the Traveler, didn’t matter. A rationalization, driven by necessity, like the kind Yasha made in battle. Help Beau before she’s impaled on those spikes below her instead of helping Fjord, it’s fine Caduceus is right there next to him, and don’t waste any effort on that last guy Caleb’s about to torch. A different kind of survival, the kind where you swath your hurts in anything that makes it stop just so that the raw and aching parts of you can shrivel and die inside your chest. Whether that means smiles or bloody fists.

“I don’t think you wanted this,” she says softly. “Things suck. And they’re going to keep being like that.”

Jester’s lips press together very tightly. She doesn’t look at her. Yasha has never thought of any of her friends as delicate, but now, she thinks that’s the problem. They’re strong. All of them. Strong enough to fight false gods and save villages and reverse death. Strong enough to face horrors most would never dream, and then lose. Someday, she fears they’ll go charging in somewhere they shouldn’t, into a chamber of laughing mouths, swallowing her whole. A clouded night and a clear moon leaving them devastated beneath it, one less to their number.

Not tonight. But it was close enough that her mind instinctively shies away from it.

“You ever think that maybe you put too-high expectations on someone without knowing it,” Jester says, breaking the silence. She tugs at the sleeves of her high-priestess outfit, “And then they try to live up to what you want them to be, but they can’t and then it goes wrong and you know that when it does it’s because of you and kind of really your fault? Like you were the one to set them up for failure in the first place?” It all comes out in a rush, her voice wobbling on the edge of tears as she rambles. “D’you ever feel like that, Yasha?”

There’s a tumultuous set to the lines of her mouth, pulled back into a grimace, too stiff for smiling, too desperate for frowning. What do you say to something like that and how can she say it with Jester looking at her like she knows the answer to her question, the plea she’s making. How do I make it right?

She licks her lips, still sticky-sweet.

“You know it wasn’t your fault, right?”

“I know,” she whispers. And then, softly, an admission of guilt, “but I would have left you guys. I would have.” Jester chuckles. “How did this happen? I didn’t mean— I mean, how did I even make him a god?”

Yasha doesn’t know anymore than she does how to make Jester feel better now. To reassure her this wasn’t her fault, at its core, none of it. “I don’t know.”

“No. That’s alright.” No words have ever sounded so small.

She thinks of Zuala. She’s always thinking, at least a little, about Zuala, but right now she thinks of her pulling them up the side of a hill, a little ways away from the tribe, about the way her fingers had fit neatly between Yasha’s own and how the last thing she remembers before leaving Xhorhas is the sound of thunder.

“You ever think,” Yasha repeats slowly, “people choose to leave because of you? Or not you personally, but because of your decisions, the choices you make. And when you think back, you realize if you had done something different, they might not have chosen to leave at all?” Jester listens in rapt silence and then her mouth opens into a horrified little ‘o’ and Yasha forges on. “And then, if they’re going to leave, should I just go first so I don’t have to watch them do it?”

“Yasha, we’re not going to leave you,” Jester says, almost demanding, voice cracking with the remnants of tears swallowed back.

“No, I know. But I’ve always left you guys,” She says, the night cold against the back of her throat. “And today, you almost left us. You weren’t going to come back from that. We would have gone to get you, but would you have tried to come back to us?”

“Of course!”

“Even if it meant leaving behind the Traveler?” Yasha asks, “Even if it meant letting him take his punishment?”

Jester bites her lower lip and Yasha watches as a brief conflict plays out across her body, fists clenching and unclenching. “That’s not a fair question. I can’t answer that.” She says it like an apology.

Yasha takes a breath and accepts it. She expects nothing less from her, the girl who painted flowers in her room, who stakes her whole self on what she would do for her friends.

She can taste iron and bitter wind like dread in her mouth. “That’s okay. Just— just don’t leave in the first place. We would be sad without you. I’m not even sure what we would do. Probably just mope around all day. Get nothing done.” There’s a ring of truth to the words that hit too close to home to be even remotely funny.

Then, there are arms around her, enveloping and warm. “I’m not going anywhere.” The words are muffled against her chest, likely to hide the quiet sound of rasping around more tears.

“Don’t leave,” Yasha says.

“Do you think,” Jester asks, “ having to ask all these questions is worth it because at least now I have more family to keep worrying about?”

There used to be a hollow in her heart, one that now purrs in some kind of satisfaction and she allows it it’s victory. “Yeah. In a weird way, I’m kind of glad to have someone to leave.” The arms grow tighter around her and Yasha squeezes back comfortingly. “I don’t want to, don’t get me wrong, but if I didn’t have anyone to leave,” She hesitates, “I’d just be running away. If I leave, I know someone will miss me. I would exist in my absence.”

“I would miss you. Beau would definitely.” Jester pulls back, the rim of her eyes a little darker than before.

Her lips curve into a smile without her prompting, though she can’t quite bring herself to care. ““I have no plans to go anywhere unless it’s where the rest of you are all headed.”

“Good.”

The cleric is stiller, and though she hadn’t seemed outright distraught in the dome earlier, now she seems steadier. A port in the storm rather than the raging waves themselves, standing firm instead crashing out and into herself over and over.

“Does asking these questions help you usually?”

Jester shows the nearly-empty velvet bag of candy to Yasha who notices she has to almost unclench her fingers from their stiff position around it. “Not nearly as much as the candies.”

“You think,” she echoes in a mimicry of their earlier conversation, “you’re ready to head back?”

“Yeah. Yasha?” Jester asks, tucking away the little bag.

“Thank you.”

“You’re important to me,” Yasha tells her and finds a little more joy in the soft smile that graces Jester’s mouth as she does. “Thank you for staying.”

She keeps her eyes on her friend’s back, her steps not quite the light skip they are usually, but lighter now. A part of her wishes she could take their group and bundle them away from the world, cruel and unfair to the best of them. Another part looks at the sea line, just barely visible over the tips of forest trees, and wonders how long into the night she would have to trek to make it there before the others wake. If Yasha squints, she can see a tiny light somewhere between the waves. A lighthouse on the shore, maybe, or a star touching down where the horizon meets the sea.

Ahead of her, Jester runs her fingers through the little velvet bag Yasha had given her over and over again like she can’t help but remind herself of the gift. A smile still rests on her lips.

#critical role #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #the mighty nein #fanfic #dialogue heavy #my fic #cr

[sortasirius]

Any ideas on Claire (maybe w/Kaia) and Jack post finale interaction as TFW kids? They would be the most chaotic duo/trio, remembering what a bamf Claire is, how much Jack enjoyed his time with those teens in s14 (he really needs friends asap!!) and how he bonded w/Kaia in s13/15 Also! maybe a prompt, them trying to delicately ask Sam or even Jody about wtf is destiel’s status (before those two idiots get together) and Sam/Jody getting super awkward but actually explaining some of it? Xx

My chaos children, I love them, I sorta made this about everyone in wayward bc I desperately miss those ladies and will never get over the injustice of them not having their own show.

These were so fun to do!!!

After they beat Chuck, Jack ends up going to Jody while Sam/Eileen and Dean/Cas just...take some time for each other and themselves.

Jack knows Kaia, obviously, but he’s accepted by all the ladies immediately.  Donna especially adores him.

Claire teaches Jack how to throw knives, and he accidentally breaks two of Jody’s windows before Jody finds them an abandoned field to throw projectiles in

Jack tells Claire that she reminds him of Dean.  Claire rolls her eyes but swells with pride.

Claire also makes Jack tell her everything about Cas, about what kind of dad he was to Jack, what she learned from him.  Jack tells her everything and more, he tells her how much Cas loves her.

Jack doesn’t really like to go hunting anymore, so he stays home with Alex and Patience when the others go hunting, they teach him how to make a really good mac and cheese and teach him the difference between curry and cinnamon (they almost learn that the hard way when making an apple pie)

Kaia and Claire want to take Jack everywhere, because he’s never really been able to just be a kid, so they end up spending a lot of time skipping rocks at a creek by Jody’s house.  Jack learns to talk to them openly about just about everything, and it helps Kaia open up to someone other than Claire too.

They all spend Friday nights watching movies, Jack asks a lot of questions

Kaia and Jack talk about the different worlds they’ve seen, and are able to help heal each other’s traumas

Jack, in classic Jack fashion, is also the one who asks blatantly about Claire and Kaia.  Claire turns beet red and Kaia looks away immediately, but it’s only a few days later that they start holding hands.  Jody thanks Jack later, he doesn’t really understand why

When Sam or Dean or Cas check in on him, Jack talks their ears off about all the things they did that day, from the very mundane window cleaning to the clearing out of a vamp’s nest and learning how to use Donna’s flamethrower.

Jack finds a second family in Sioux Falls

Pairings: Claire/Kaia, Dean/Cas

Words: 1219

Claire Novak is no idiot.  She may have been a little oblivious about how Kaia had felt about her at first.  Look, she had just been carrying around a lot of guilt and thought Kaia would hate her for leaving her, it’s perfectly natural.  But she’s gotten better about seeing things that are right in front of her, especially since she and Kaia had been, well, dating, for nearly two months. She turns all mushy every time she thinks about that.

Point is, Claire can tell something is going on with Dean, and it has something to do with Cas.  But everytime she asks him about it, Dean just huffs and rolls his eyes, tells her it’s nothing or that she’s seeing things.  Even Cas is no help, training his eyes to the ground and asking her not to talk about it.

Claire has had just about enough of the weird energy being created.  Hell, they all have.  Patience and Alex said to leave it alone, that Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack were only visiting for a few days, checking in on Kaia after everything, bringing Jack by to meet everyone, but Claire has never been one to just roll over when presented with a problem, so she’s going to get to the bottom of it, even if Dean and Cas themselves are no help.

“Hey Jack,” Claire sits down heavily next to him on the porch swing in the back, where he’s watching the hummingbirds fight over the sugar water in Donna’s feeder.  Kaia trails behind her, leaning against the doorframe leading into the house.  She didn’t particularly understand why Claire was so…obsessed with finding out what was going on, but they were in it together now. (Again, it makes Claire feel mushy).

“Hello!” Jack is a little weird, but a good weird. He doesn’t get any of the movie references Claire makes but understands all of Dean’s, which is a travesty, Dean has terrible taste in movies, but he’s got a kind, open face and reminds Claire of Cas quite a bit, so she likes him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Jack is still watching the hummingbirds, but Claire assumes he’s listening, so she just dives right in.

“What’s up with Cas and Dean?”Jack turns back to her, looking a little confused.

“What do you mean?”

“They seem, um, weird.  When they’re together.”

“Oh that,” Jack turns back to his birds again, “They’re always like that.  It’s getting worse, but they ignore me when I ask about it.”

Claire slumps.  Dammit.  Back to square one.

“Claire,” Kaia grabs her hand as they head to their next target.  Claire stops immediately.  She still can’t get over the fact that Kaia is here, with her, and still likes her apparently, even though she left her for dead in the Bad Place.

“Yeah?” she gives Kaia a smile, which is returned with interest.  Claire’s heart is going to burst out of her chest, just watch.

“What are we doing?  Shouldn’t they figure out their own stuff?”

“Ugh, as if they ever would.  I get that they’re older than us.  In Cas’ case like, thousands of years older than us, but if we don’t figure this out and fix it, they never will.”

Kaia sighs, leaning in to kiss her.  Man, Claire was never going to get enough of this.

“Fine,” she smiles again, “Lead the way.”

Jody is working in the garage on a weapons project for Donna, something about powering up the flamethrower or something?

“Hey Jody,” Claire gives her the smile that will tip Jody off immediately that she wants something, but there’s no time to waste here, Dean, Cas, Sam, and Jack are only here through tomorrow.

“Hey girls, what’s up?” Jody turns to face them, “Oh boy, what do you want?”

Kaia laughs.

“Nothing much, just wanted to know if you know what’s going on with Dean and Cas.”

“Dean and Cas?” Sam’s voice comes from the open garage door and he appears, carrying a box of books for Patience. Unsurprisingly, they were essentially best friends now.

“Hey Sam,” Claire puts on her best smile again and Jody sighs loudly, not that it would stop her, “Yeah, they’re just acting weird around each other.  We, well I wanted to know what’s going on.”

Sam’s face whitens by degrees, and he looks from Claire, to Kaia, to Jody, who just shrugs.

“Uh…”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.  Okay, that’s a stupid analogy, but you know what I mean.”

“I don’t know anything…” Sam hedges, but that is not going to be good enough for Claire today.

“But you know something,” Kaia interjects, and now Sam knows he’s outnumbered, because Jody is looking at him with as much interest as Claire and Kaia are.

“Just that.  Well, ugh,” Sam is swaying from foot to foot, like a deer about to bolt, “Even I don’t know what’s happening but…things are escalating.  Stuff that was only simmering below the surface before is now boiling.  They don’t say anything, but um, I think there’s something there.”

Claire grins.

“Great, that’s all I needed.”

“You did not hear this from me.”

“Sure sure.”

Sam makes his escape before they can ask him any more uncomfortable questions.  Claire and Kaia high five as Jody laughs.

“Don’t make them too uncomfortable,” she warns, turning back to her workbench and flamethrower, “They’re our guests.”

“Come on Jody,” Claire grabs Kaia’s hand again, “It’s Dean.”

“So,” Claire leans against the Impala as Dean works under the hood.  She knows him well enough to know that that would put him in a good mood.

“So?”

“When are you gonna make a move on Cas?”

Dean bangs his head on the hood of the car.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Dean stares at Claire, who stares right back, listening to Kaia, Patience, and Alex laugh from the living room window.  Dean’s eyes snap to the sound and then back to Claire, then up and down the empty street.  His ears are turning redder by the second.  She knows she has him.

“Yeah I heard you I guess.  Just don’t understand where the hell this is coming from.”

“You’re not exactly subtle,” Claire points out, as Dean’s blush deepens, “Also you two have been acting weird since you got here.  So me and Kaia did some reconnaissance.”

Dean looks at her with a set in his mouth, like he’s ready to argue.  Claire just grins at him.

“Reconnaissance?”

“We asked Jack, and then Jody, and then Sam about it.”

Dean slides a hand down his face.  It seems like he’s admitting defeat.  A good thing.

“Listen it, it’s nothing.  We’ve just got our own crap to work through, and we’ll work through that crap, and then get back to normal.”

“Or you could make a move on him.”

“Claire.”

“Dean.”

“Why do you care, anyway?”

“Because stupid, I care about you and I care about him. And if this will get you out of your weirdness then I’m all for it.”

Dean looks into the engine block of the Impala, sighs, and then slams the hood shut.

“Fine.  Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I’m melting down your knife.”

Claire grins and runs off to find Kaia. Mission accomplished.

#my writing #prompts #dreamhunter #destiel #spn #supernatural #headcanons #kaia #claire #jack kline #my bbs #lilly answers #aristocat21

[dirt-cup-draco]

Ron x Reader- For Her

Hi! Could you please do a Ron Weasley × reader where the reader is with them on the horcrux journey because the reader was always part of the golden trio. So insted of like, Ron and Mione flirting/liking each other/ kissing at the battle its the reader and Ron? Thank you! 

a/n: sorta focusing on one part of the horcrux journey and tweaking it to fit!

“Harry!” You hissed after the boy who had gotten out of bed after seeing something peeking out of your tent. You knew he was easily distracted but this was maddening. How were you supposed to keep him safe, keep all of you safe, if he ran off? 

You could feel the damp ground against your socks as you trailed after him and you shivered, the foreboding air in the forest overwhelming. “Come back!” You tried again. “I can’t leave Hermione here,” 

“Then stay with her,” Harry tossed over his shoulder, never pausing as he followed the doe that had enraptured him. You could admit that it was odd, and more than likely a sign. Yet, you were more afraid that it was a trap.

“Harry!” You shouted after him once more but he wasn’t looking back. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, looking around wildly at the dark forest as Harry took confident steps forward, chasing the doe through the Forest of Dean. You supposed that this would be a lovely place to come camping if you weren’t living in fear. 

You shuffled back into the tent, the glow of the lantern casting a warmth throughout the space that you didn’t feel. You shed your damp and muddy socks, replacing them with a thicker pair from your hastily packed back. Hermione was curled up beneath her blanket, the worry lines gone from her face. 

It had been some time since you had seen your friends without responsibility and fear marring their young features and you were absolutely certain the same was true for you. Suddenly, Hermione jerked in her sleep. Muttering something intelligible she rolled over in her dreaming state, settling back down as you remained silent. 

You know you should wake her. She’d be furious in the morning once she found out Harry had left in the middle of the night and she hadn’t been alerted. Yet, there were three of you and only two wands. Harry had taken her’s on his way out and now you were the only one of two with protection. The tent was the best place for you two to be. 

You paced around the small enclosure, chewing on your lip in worry. It seemed like the right thing to do, to follow Harry, yet you had already made up your mind. You needed to stay and protect wherever was safe and pray that Harry didn’t get himself into more trouble than he could manage. 

Needless to say, your expectations were at an all time low. 

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“What are you doing here? Why did you come back?”

The words stung more than the bitter cold water Ron had just pulled a drowning Harry from. Ron gripped the sword tighter in his hand as Harry tugged his jeans on, still shaking from the ordeal. Even in the dark Ron could see the bruises already forming on his friend’s hands and feet from pounding at the ice that had nearly become his coffin. 

“You know why,” He bit out, his heart aching. Ron had too many questions to ask and now was not the time as Harry laid Salazar’s locket carefully down on a fallen tree. His palms were sweating and he had a difficult time looking Harry in the eye. He had left his best friends and the girl he loved to fend and fight for themselves when he could have, should have, been fighting alongside with them. It had been eating at him more than he’d care to admit.

Yet, when Harry looked at Ron, he felt like his friend knew his inner turmoil. “When it opens-” Harry began, choosing not to draw this out any further, “-you can not hesitate.” 

Ron gulped but nodded instead. He knew what he had to do and he wasn’t afraid. It would just be one more horcrux down and he could sleep that much better at night. Ron Weasley had the tool, and the power, to destroy a sliver of Voldemort. It might have seemed inconsequential to many, but for him it was just what he needed. 

“I’m ready,” 

The parseltongue slipped from Harry’s mouth with ease and Ron steeled himself against whatever was to come next. Shoulders squared, knees locked and eyes trained on the locket, he was more ready than he’d ever be. So when the clasp came undone, with an unassuming pop, Ron stalled. It was only a second but that second had given the soul within time to design a strategy. 

“I have seen your dreams Ronald Weasley” The thin voice whispered to him as inky black clouds swirled through air. The atmosphere was weighed down and Ron found it hard to take a deep breath as he stumbled backwards, the cloud stretching and shifting as it advanced towards him and then dipped away before climbing and hiding his view of Harry. 

“Smash it!” Harry hollered but Ron could hardly hear it as spiders appeared, peaking out from the trees and scuttling up from under the leaves. All advanced towards him and he took two steps back on shaking legs, falling on his behind as he tripped over himself. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes as the voice continued, taunting him by picking at his deepest insecurities. You seemed to materialize from nowhere, rising out of the onyx smoke like a heavenly spectre. “In what world could I ever love you?” Came your voice, a shrill laugh breaking free from your lips. 

“Ron! It isn’t her!” Harry tried to stand but a large gust from the impending shadow blew towards him and he fell back against the tree he had taken shelter against. “She would never hurt you, especially not like this!” He argued, hoping his friend saw sense. 

Ron was enraptured by your beauty even as you mocked him. From a distance he heard Harry speaking to him but it passed through his ears like a breeze and he was unbothered. Even in your cruelty your eyes were the prettiest he’d ever seen, your voice what kept him sane, your smile- however twisted and sinister at the moment- gave him his strength. You were Ron’s reason, always had been. 

So when Harry’s form shifted into the darkness, standing beside you as you linked your arms with his, Ron’s heart sank lower than it ever had before. “Why would I ever pick you over him? Harry’s family left him money, left him a legacy. But you? You’re nothing,” It was a nice to his heart and Ron couldn’t help but whimper, pleading for this nightmare to end. 

The pitch-black soul that had ruptured from the locket was pushing Ron as far as he could, but it was becoming drunk off of the way you could see Ron’s heart breaking so clearly. In all of it’s glorious emotional torture, the piece of Voldemort that had rotted long before being put in the locket seemed to have forgotten something vital. You never push a Gryffindor too far. They may hold restraint, but their bite is much worse than their bark, and now Ron was ready to bite back. 

He blinked back the tears that begun to well up at the sight of you and Harry, lips locked together and bodies intertwined. The sight of you both was too smooth, too perfect, too wrong. The smoke couldn’t create your imperfections, or possibly chose not to. Your eyes were glazed over, skin airbrushed and lips pale. Your cheeks were without freckles brought out by the sun, your chin absent of the small scar you’d obtained after Malfoy had tripped you and you’d fallen onto the floor of the Potions room first year. Your hair was neat and smooth all the way across your shoulders, when typically it stuck up everywhere. 

This wasn’t you. Ron knew that now. You weren’t perfect, and that was why he loved you. Your imperfections, your sunspots, your scars, they were a part of you and he loved them. With a mighty roar fitting of a Gryffindor, Ron raised Godric’s sword above his head and in three long strides he burst through the smoke, lungs constricting. With one powerful swing downwards, Ron felt the sword make contact with the horcrux and he relished in the breath of fresh air he was able to take as the smoke fizzled out, nothing to hold onto anymore. 

Harry gaped at him, standing with a shove off from the tree before wiping his muddied hands on his trousers. He shuddered even as the sun began to rise, his clothes still soaked through.  “I’m glad you came back when you did, Y/N will be pleased to see you,” He admitted to the Weasley that was not five feet away but felt impossibly far from him. 

Ron hesitated, but seeing Harry shake from cold reminded him of the eleven year old boy he’d met; thin and unused to kindness, shaking in his dorm room on the first night because he hadn’t thought himself allowed to search or ask for a second blanket. “I’m glad I came too...and it wasn’t all for her. I wanted to see you and ‘Mione too, you’re my best friends,” 

Harry cracked a smile, righting the glasses on his nose that had become crooked from the ordeal. “We ought to get back to camp then before they think I’m dead,” 

“Lead the way, Chosen One,” 

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Hermione was the first to wake, the low sound of voices buzzing through the air and altering the white noise she had become accustomed to. Blinking away sleep, she let her eyes adjust to the shift from dusk to dawn. Tossing her blanket off of her, she made sure you were still asleep, before making her way out of the tent. 

Harry was on the hill above the tent, shuffling around on stiff limbs, lips...blue? The landscape had been painted in a milky blue light but that wasn’t right for the chill that seemed to have taken over Harry. “Everything alright?” 

“Better than,” Harry commented, arm sweeping forward to reveal Ron who had lingered a few steps back. The redhead looked sheepish, his bag supported on his shoulder while he supported the sword with his other hand. 

“Hey,” Was all Ron was able to think of. Hermione only scowled. 

“Hey!?” She asked, taking a step forward as her voice pitched towards the end of her sentence. “You’ve been gone for weeks Ronald, and all you have to say is ‘Hey’?”

The commotion broke through the thin veil of sleep that you had managed to slip beneath not even two hours ago. Exhaustion pulled heavy on your eyelids but Hermione’s shrill voice was filled with anger and Harry’s nervous was shaking on ever note as he denied knowing where her wand was. 

Why would they need a wand?  You wondered, smacking your lips at the sour taste that sleep had brought along. Wand. Safety. They need a wand. Not safe. They’re not safe, they need a wand. 

The thoughts jostled you from your sleep and you were tearing your blankets from you, struggling to stand as your feet got caught in your blankets. Grabbing your wand, you wasted no time in putting on your slippers before you were stumbling through the tent. “Harry, Hermione, are you alright?” You gasped as you tried to fix your watery vision on the pair. 

“I think they are,” Ron commented as the pair stopped in their tracks, Hermione pausing her threats to Harry as she eyed you, Harry forgetting to retreat from the Granger Danger in front of him. 

The reassurance should have comforted you, but the voice giving you that comfort was impossible. You fixed your gaze on the worse for wear Weasley a few yards away and your heart leapt into your throat, causing you to clear your throat in an effort to speak. One foot moved forward. You opened your mouth to speak. Once, closed. Twice, closed. Three times and you were lost for words. What do I say?! You wanted to ask your friends as they stood frozen in time, waiting for you to make your first move. 

Ron was biding his time as well, waiting for you to ask what he was doing here, like Harry, or threaten him (with good intentions) like Hermione. Instead, you chose an approach that was so completely you that it made Ron quake in his spot. 

A grin broke out onto your features and one step suddenly wasn’t enough as your legs propelled your forward with a new speed, desperation and hope licking at your heels as you collided with Ron. Your arms were quick to encircle his neck and his own found their way around your waist, securing you to him as you pressed your cheek against his. 

Struggling to keep his hold on you as you hung from him. Ron hoisted you up and you found your support as he changed his position- gripping the backs of your thighs before wrapping them around his own waist.Once you were steady, his arms snaked back around your midsection. His scruffy cheek was rough against your own but you reveled in the reminder that he was real, he was there, he was safe. 

“I’ve missed you so much,” You sighed, a weight lifted from you as the man you adored squeezed you tighter. 

“Merlin, I’ve missed you too,” He choked out, burying his face in your neck and breathing you in. “It’s good you’ve been here to take care of those two,” 

Harry opened his mouth to protest, Hermione elbowed him. Hard. 

You laughed for the first time in weeks but it was watery, tears having welled up. “Maybe so, but who is going to take care of you? I’ve never met a bigger fool in my life,” 

Ron seemed to loosen up too, laughing along with you as you took comfort in each other’s presence. However, he caught his two best friends staring at him from behind your back and embarrassment was quick to creep up on him. Begrudgingly, he loosened his grip and you settled to the floor, the damp leaves beneath you making no noise. When he looked back over your shoulder, the pair had disappeared back into the tent. Thank god he had you alone, he wasn’t sure he could cry in front of Harry or Hermione. 

You weren’t ready to part yet, keeping your hand against his jaw, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. “I feared every night that you were gone, that something- anything- happened, and none of us were there. I was so frightened I’d never see you again,” The admission seemed to be the straw that broke the camels back and you dissolved into tears, chest rising and falling erratically with the force of your sobs. 

“I’m here now,” Ron promised, voice cracking. Resting his hand atop yours, he stopped you as you moved to pull away. “I am here, and I am never leaving again,” 

You sniffled but the fears were all rising up and shoving down any semblance of calm you might hold onto. Everything you had been worried about was rising to the surface as the man you trusted most, the man you trusted to support you, arrived. You didn’t have to be strong anymore, he was here to hold you. 

“Never again, Ron, swear it,” You finally managed to get out between heaving breaths, tear stained cheeks on fully display as you brushed your nose against Ron’s, leaving him breathless. 

Nuzzling his nose back against yours, his lips felt the ghost of yours as he spoke. “I swear,” 

The faint feel of his lips nearing yours, the overwhelming relief and the crippling fear, the enormous amount of love you felt for him- it was boiling over as you breathed each other in and when Ron tried to steady himself and pull away, you were following after him.

“I need more than words,” You hinted as his hands flexed on your hips.

“What do you need?” He managed but he was practically becoming nonverbal at your proximity, his only thought being you. 

“You, only- and always- you,” You promised before skimming your lips over his, experimenting. 

It was all Ron needed for his restrain to break and he was smiling, angling your head up to him so that he could slide his lips against yours with more confidence. You whined when his tongue prodded against your lips asking, begging for more. It was soft, subtle noise that Ron wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t taking in your every breath and sound. Your hands were tangled in his hair, breathing him in to replace any other thought and sensation. 

You felt as if you were on fire, your skin hot wherever Ron touched you. Your desperation was clear as you sighed into his mouth, a plea for him to never let you go again. Yet, Ron was burning up and he didn’t want to fizzle out. He would be damned if he didn’t have more time with you. 

“We have to go,” Came the startling interruption from a panicked Hermione. 

You whipped around to face her, realizing only now that she and Harry had taken the tent down, all of your belongings packed. “W-why?” You asked, Ron’s hand squeezing your hip comfortingly when he sensed your spike in panic. He was forced to swallow down his own. 

“Harry was checking the area, making sure it was safe but it isn’t, he said he spotted six snatchers and Greyback. We have to go before they catch up, we aren’t.... ready to face them yet,” She explained in a hurry, grabbing Ron’s bag from where she had thrown it at him earlier. It was true, you were all too exhausted to put up much of a fight, and you were clearly outnumbered. 

“Let’s get out of here then,” You croaked, stepping out of Ron’s safe embrace as Harry and Hermione trekked ahead. 

Ron fumbled for a moment, grabbing Godric’s sword before chasing after you. Slipping his hand into yours, he smiled down at you and you couldn’t fight the smile you gave back.

“Remember, I’m here,” He whispered in your ear, squeezing your hand. 

“Good, because you’re stuck with me now,” You tried to tease even if the worry was clear on your face as you raced through the forest. 

“And you’re stuck with me,” He promised. 

Despite the unknowing, Ron felt his chest swell with hope. Today wasn’t the end of what you two had started and he would be damned if he ever let anything happen that meant otherwise. Ron would make sure you all made it out of this. 

After all, he’d come back for you and he wasn’t planning on losing sight of you ever again. 

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[maskthesimp]

Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted - Malia Tate x Self-Insert

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, general violence and gore, crude language, monsters

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Chapter 1: Paths Crossed

"Bring him," a voice rings out, fire crackles as chains gently rattle against parallel stone pillars. Echoes of footsteps ring through the halls, coming to a whisper as they enter an open space, the ground lined with sand, crunching under the small boots of he who entered the ceremony room.

"You, child of Connor, Lord of the West Territories; Here you shall evolve. Shed your skin, accept your heritage and become one of us! Take your first kill, and burn away the weakness that plagues you," the voice continues to boom through the vast space, voices whispering and muttering as the small figure makes it's way closer to the rattling chains, "Are you ready, my child?" The voice booms as a man groans, his chains shake and knock together, the heat of the fire laying ontop of his skin like a blanket waiting leap and turn him to ash, "...I am!".

Two cloaked men, jam their spears to the ground next to the younger figure, and take their place next to the chained man, "It's time for you to evolve," says the left man, "Shed your humanity." Says the man on the right. A chant erupts in the observing crowd, 'kill, shed, evolve...kill, shed, evolve...'

The young, small figure slowly walks towards the rattling chains, and the bare man constricted by them. He looks at his hands as ash red claws crawl their way out of his formerly human finger tips, wine red scales peel back up his arm, waist, chest, neck, and face, amber rings brand his once ivy green orbs. "Kill, shed, evolve," the two men echo, gripping the edges of two stone bowls on either side of the chained man, filled to the brim with molten rock, glowing with the licks of flames. The ash red claws glint in the light of the flames, and swing down, sending flicks of blood to the ground, as they melt into the already red scales of the young figure's hands.

The chant continues, over and over again, 'kill, shed, evolve, kill, shed, evolve..', the first stage having been complete. The child winces in fear and nearly stumbles back, but holds himself steady, as the two men release the heated rocks onto the scaled child. A piercing scream erupts into a roar as flames slither their way across the child's body, when he opens his eyes in agony, the burning Amber rings are replaced by a now cold, blue glow.

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[Beacon Hills High-school, Last Period]

"Hey do you guys wanna study after hours?" Stiles asks, standing up from his seat. "I need to, I have a maths test coming up soon," Malia responds, a slight pout growing on her face as she reminds herself of her least favourite class. "Cool, I'll help you out!" A tall, dark boy stands from his seat aswell, Scott, he follows his girlfriend, Malia, and his best friend, Stiles, out of the classroom. They make their way up the stairs, running into their resident Banshee, and Stiles' girlfriend, Lydia, eventually reaching the doors of the library.

They settle down at one of the central desks, each opening their books and beginning to study for their respective classes. "Ya know, we haven't had anything supernatural happen in the past few months, it gives me bad tingles in my feet, like something is gonna happen soon," Stiles squirms in his seat with his his chin resting in his palm, Lydia agrees with Stiles, "Yeh you're right, it does seem weird doesn't it? Maybe The Beast was the last big bad in Beacon Hills. Seems fitting that our last one would be the first Werewolf killed by an Argent." Scott turns to his friend, somewhat rolling his eyes, "C'mon Stiles, you're being paranoid! Not everything is supernatural in this town, we can go one year without finding a body, or having kidnappings, or giant phantom werewolves tearing people apart!" Stiles looks down at his open book, a concentrated frown on his face, "Yeh I guess you're right.."

The conversation moves on, everyone but Stiles focusing on other things. A few minutes pass, before Stiles pipes up about a new face who's entered the library,with long brown and blonde hair, light denim jeans, and a black jacket. "Who's that? I don't recognise them from the new Freshmen, are they a transfer student?" The person wanders over to the Anthropology section, also known as where the stories on Mythological creatures are, "I think so, I've seen them at the Jujitsu hall, I think they were signing up," Malia answers Stiles' characteristically unrelated and random question. She gazes off at the new figure, watching them wander around, their raw fingertips glazing over the spines of each book they pass, until eventually they stop and open one, setting themselves down at a desk behind theirs. Scott turns to his girlfriend, a confused expression stapled to his face, "Why were you near the jujitsu Hall? None of us have a single class near there." Malia directs her attention back to Scott and her friends, her focus on the new teen broken, "Hm? I find it entertaining, why else?" She says as if it's blatantly obvious, which to her friends; it is, almost confused as to why Scott would even bother asking. "They seem like they're around our age, I'm just surprised anyone is even bothering coming to Beacon Hills High anymore, let alone what appears to be a transfer student." Lydia looks up from her notes, also oddly transfixed by the person, who is now deeply involved in their own selected book, "You sure they're our age, Lydia? They're kinda short, maybe puberty is stuck in traffic for them," a chuckle comes from the group's friends Liam, Corey and Mason as they sit down next to the main four, with Scott's Beta, Liam glancing at them each one at a time as a silent greeting. "No, they likely have some form of Dwarfism, a condition that essentially puts a limiter on how tall someone can grow, although there's hundreds of different types so I can't for sure say which one they may have.." Lydia responds almost distantly, still keeping a keen yet seemingly misty eye on the new kid, everyone taking a glance at her, not at all surprised by her scientific knowledge anymore, before they all go back to silently watching the figure.

After a while Stiles stands up, and begins making his way towards the new kid's desk, but not before Scott questions what he's doing, "I'm gonna go talk to them! Every time a mysterious new student shows up something happens, what if we have another Liam? Another time bomb?" Stiles points out, accidentally taking a small dig at their friend with I.E.D, "Hey! That was Scott's fault, I didn't come here as a wolf!" Liam retorts, glaring at Stiles with a frustrated gesture, "Well technically you got yourself tossed off the side of a building, so it was sorta your fault," Mason pipes up, "That was the wendigo's fault! Not mine!" The Beta reminiscences over the time he got bitten by Scott, when he fell off the hospital roof after he was hunted by a hungry Wendigo. "Alright enough! I'm going to talk to this kid and see what their deal is, okay?" Stiles eventually interrupts the debate, settling to try and conversate with this strange new face, "Who's to say they're anything at all? You don't need to be suspicious of every new person ya know," Malia points out to Stiles, shrugging her shoulders, "listen I always trust my gut, they transferred to Beacon Hills High even after everything that's happened here, and oh look! They're reading a book on supernatural creatures! That's not suspicious at all!" The skeptic says sarcastically, before stumbling over to the desk the young figure is sitting at.

He sets himself down clumsily, glancing between the person and their book, "So..a fantasy lover?" Stiles awkwardly asks the stranger sitting before him, he looks up from his reading in an almost panicked state, suddenly closing his book most of the way, "Oh um--..Hi, yeh, just studying for History," They let out a small, awkward chuckle before introducing themselves, "Cael by the way!" They reach out, shaking Stiles' hand as he too introduces himself, "So, you a fan of Mythology too, huh?" Cael attempts to break the Ice a little, worried that his social anxiety was showing, "Yeh," Stiles stares at the back of Cael's chosen book, somewhat zoning out while reading the title; 'The Extensive History and Physiology of Dragons throughout History'. "So, you're a dragon lover aswell then?" Stiles questions the kid's taste in History so Cael explains their history project, "Pff no, I have quite the distaste for them in fact, the history project is to study a part of any culture that we fear, whether it be real, religious, or historical events that took place in a Country's past," he awkwardly shifts in his seat, explained away by his discomfort with the Winged creatures depicted in his selected book, "So, what makes you dislike them so much, just scary? Or a separate reason..?" Stiles lightly stares at the androgynous figure sitting across from him with suspicion he hopes isn't noticeable, "Because they're the most scientifically realistic, in most cases," he responds with a deadpan and almost cold stare. Stiles' mind starts running wild with theories on every word Cael spoke, the way he said them, and other meanings of what he could've meant, his gut giving him more feeling than ever that Cael wasn't who they said they were.

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[Scott's House]

"Scott I'm telling you! This kid is shifty as hell! I checked with some of the people in his class, and they don't have a history homework even close to what he described!" Stiles points out his evidence for Cael's lying, showing his continued distrust for the young lad, "Maybe he just wanted to learn about Dragons, people have interests, Stiles!" Scott argues with his friend, while he watches him rummage through his desk, clearly searching for something, "Why would he lie about something like that? What's the point of lying about an interest in something such as dragons? Why not tell the truth, unless the truth is something you wish to keep hidden?" Stiles finally appears to find what he's looking for, he holds up a hard drive that Scott recognises, the Bestiary that used to belong to the Argents.

Stiles plugs in the Bestiary to his computer, and loads up the index. He scrolls down to the Dragons section and look through it for a while, reading some useful parts out loud; "Much like other shape shifters, dragons appear as human...Dragons have various species among their communities...they have a similar hierarchy system to ancient Kings and Queens of the English Empire..." Scott looks over Stiles' shoulder, silently reading along with him, "Stiles you should head to bed, it's late and we can talk more tomorrow. Listen if something is up with this kid, then we'll eventually find out, but other than a natural interest in fire breathing lizards, he hasn't acted suspicious in the slightest." Stiles turns his spinning chair around to face Scott, "Scott, he said he hates dragons and has a fear of them," Scott's face sinks with confusion, he asks what the skeptic is talking about and Stiles responds, "Whenever I was talking to him, he said that he had a really bad fear of Dragons, when I asked why all they said was because they're the most likely supernatural creature to be exist, is that not in the least bit suspicious?" The Werewolf stands up properly, thinking in silence for a few seconds, "Scott you didn't trust me with Theo, or when I realised I was the one who wrote Kira's name on the chalk board, I just need you to trust my gut this one time!" Stiles begs his friend to go along with his hunch, but Scott seems to be somewhat distant, until he snaps his head up "He could be a hunter! Maybe he's not a supernatural but a hunter!" Stiles claps his hands and points a praising finger towards his best friend, "Yes! Now you're following along! That explains why he was researching dragons, he wasn't studying them for himself, he was trying to figure out ways to defend himself or--"

"Kill them.." Scott quickly interrupts, his gaze sinking to the floor, "That's it, tomorrow we inform the rest of the Pack, and we find him. We'll question him, if my hunch is right and he's a hunter, then he poses a risk to all of us. Including any humans who are involved with protecting the supernatural, aka me! I only have a metal bat to protect myself so it'd be nice to have a heads up on this guy!" Stiles retorts with a snarky undertone, Scott nods his head, agreeing and saying goodnight to his partner in crime before heading home, the last thing he needs is his girlfriend climbing through the window to find his room Scott-less.

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#scott mccall #lydia martin #derek hale #stiles stilinski #liam dunbar #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #self insert #self ship #malia tate #fanfic #self insert fanfic #canon x self insert

[avionvadion]

So the first two are some VERY old drawings- like, I was back in high school kinda drawings. Oof. Sorta hurts to look at it, but whatever. XD The next two plus the dancing one are closer together, though still fairly old, and the Ienzo drawing is one I did literally the other night because I was listening to “soldier” nightcore and OH MY GODS. 

Because, like, Nobodies grow hearts over time? Well, Irene is crushing on Zexion from the start, and she pretty much just sort of annoys him into falling in love with her- though he doesn’t realize it. He just gets angrier and more flustered, until La City de Cloches happens (right before CoM) and he snaps. (Riku witnesses their friendship in the DDD part of the fanfic, or at least will when I’m able to write ti) Also, while I originally planned on them masquerading as gypsies because it’s fanfiction and I can do that, um, I rewatched Book of Life and realized-! BATTLE DANCE MOVES! Which basically inspired the last page because it’s them fighting and doing a team attack. A dancing team attack. 

I’M A ZEXION/IENZO SIMP OKAY I’M SORRY I LOVE ONE MAN AND IT’S HIM HE IS BEST DISNEY PRINCE 

Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12448743/chapters/28327938

Major Fanfic Spoilers below

Anyway, the whole Irene/Ienzo conflict is that Irene was super freaking in love with Zexion, right? She was happy and sweet, and he was calculative and manipulative and smart, and she knew that, and he knew that, and it worked. But then he died. Lexaeus- bodyguard/father figure- died. Everyone at CoM died. Even Xion. But then Roxas defects. 

Irene tracks Roxas to Twilight Town after he ran away from the Organization in a desperate attempt to bring him back so to avoid his obliteration. In the process she meets Hayner, Pence, and Olette who mention they just met a blond a day or two ago and wish her luck in finding her friend. She learns of the abandoned mansion and encounters “Ansem” at the gate. She asks him about Roxas, but the only response she got in turn was Soul Eater pointed at her face. Irene tries to go about things peacefully, but when he refuses to put his weapon away Irene summons her own and tells him that she won’t go easy on him for hiding her “brother” from her. Irene wins and manages to break into the mansion. 

There she encounters Namine, who is all too aware of who Irene is because of her connection to Roxas and Riku- and therefore her connection to Sora. Namine is surprised, but says that she should have expected Irene to come to the mansion because of how much she cares for Roxas and the other organization members. She then says that she’s always wanted to meet Irene since she found out about her, having learned of her apparent affection towards Nobodies. She explains that Roxas is hidden in a version of Twilight Town DiZ created, but his memories of her were now locked away. 

“Without the memories of Kairi… Sora can’t wake up. He needs Roxas.” 

“So do we! Roxas is my family; I’m not leaving without him!” 

“But… if you take him away, then…” 

“Then he gets to live. I am NOT losing him, too. Just take the memories out of him and put them back into Sora!”

“I… I can’t… it’ll take too much time…”  

Irene storms out and locates the basement, but during that time Namine panics and tries to mess with her memory. Unfortunately, as a Keeper of Heart Irene’s memories can’t be altered as much as a normal person’s and due to that Irene becomes incredibly dizzy. Having made her way to hidden basement Irene encounters DiZ, who mocks her in her state for caring so much for a being that doesn’t even have feelings. Irene snaps at him, saying that he knows nothing about Nobodies and their feelings, and tells him that the bonds between her and the Nobody friends she made are what keep her going. 

“I-I’ve already lost so many… I won’t… let you… take Roxas, too!” 

She summons her staff and goes to attack, but “Ansem” arrives in time to protect DiZ. She goes so far as to call them murderers for trying to remove Roxas from the world, but DiZ merely laughs and says that Roxas shouldn’t have even existed in the first place. This only makes Irene more angry and her attacks against a weary “Ansem” become more wild and frustrated. 

“You know NOTHING! Of them, of the Organization, of the way they treat each other! One may lack a heart… but the feelings are still there! Wh-When they died… when that girl went missing… Roxas cried! And mourned! And hurt!” Knocks “Ansem” back and switches her illusion staff to her own. “Without being there or witnessing any of it… YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING ABOUT NOBODIES!” 

Goes to swing the staff with a huge surge of light, when Namine started to try and lock up her memories of the Organization- thus causing Irene to fumble. She falls to her knees and begins to panic, knowing SOMETHING was happening to her. Her eyes lock onto the rings and gloves on her hands and she realizes- she couldn’t remember who they were from. A face was starting to fade from her memory, the face of someone very important to her, and she begins to panic- frantically trying to recall the name as she stands and stumbles back into a wall. 

Irene begins screaming when her head begins to throb to the point it felt like her skull was splitting into two. Namine’s powers were starting to fail and Irene was on the verge of recalling Zexion’s name when “Ansem” takes the initiative to knock her out. DiZ decides to place her in the virtual Twilight Town with Roxas, removing all the gear the Org members have given her (including her coat), and had Namine alter both her and Roxas memories enough to where they would coincide. However, Namine could only do so much and was unable to “make” new memories for Irene, only able to lock up the majority of them and edit the details of the remaining few. 

When Irene woke up she remembered nothing except her sibling status with Roxas. Roxas believed Irene to be his sister and the only remaining survivor of the “accident”. She obtained amnesia since the accident and was brought home only recently since she recovered from hospital. He explained that any gaps in her memory could be because of the head injury she sustained, but Irene couldn’t feel much pain at all aside from a light headache. During the seven days Irene behaved overly doting towards Roxas, taking side-jobs from the help wanted boards in an attempt to help support them so Roxas wasn’t doing things on his own anymore. 

Also Struggles with him sometimes to help prepare for the tournament after it gets revealed that she was the one who taught him how to struggle. Is surprised by her own strength. Eventually sometime while hanging up posters for the upcoming struggle match Irene encounters “Ansem” again. He’s just standing there and watching her, and her feeling rather uncomfortable upon noticing him calls him out and tries to strike a conversation. 

“Hey~ random person! How you doing? New in Twilight Town?” No answer. “O-kay… well! You want one of these posters? The tournament’s coming up soon and my little bro’s gonna be fighting in it! Well, I say “little” but he’s like fifteen? Also taller than me, which is lame, but hey! You should come watch! You might enjoy it.” 

“...” 

“No?” 

“Ansem” leaves and Irene is left very confused, but also feeling like she should know that person from somewhere because of the coat. Thinking about it makes the pounding in her skull worse, so she stops focusing on it. More time passes and Irene is at the accessory looking for something to help Roxas out a day before the tournament when she catches sight of the rings. Her head starts to hurt again and she wonders why looking at them hurt her heart so much, and why her fingers suddenly felt so exposed. Leaves the shop, only to crash into “Ansem” again who shoves two rings into her hands. 

“If they’re so important to you, you should try harder not to lose them.”

 Before she could ask what he was talking about he’s gone and Irene is left standing there, staring at the rings in her hands and wondering what he meant by that. She puts on one of the rings and places the other in her pocket, and heads home to get started on another cooking attempt for dinner. Sometime later Roxas comes out of his room- very dazed and confused, not understanding how he got there since he was certain he fell off the clock tower- and after dinner when Irene is putting the dishes away she asks Roxas if he knew why the rings she had were so important to her. 

He’s surprised to see them, having believed they were lost in the accident, and hesitantly tells her that the ring she was wearing was given to her by her boyfriend- the same one that died in the accident- and that the other was the ring she gave to him. Irene’s headache gets worse, but she’s just barely able to recall a face. In the mansion DiZ questions “Ansem”, demanding why he intervened, and “Ansem” responds that those rings in particular were something they should have never taken from her. Later that night Irene winds up in her heart, where she is asked a question and is forced to fight a previous Keeper. 

During the day of the struggle when time freezes and Roxas is forced to fight the dusks, Irene moves to help him only to be dragged away by “Ansem”. Continuously blocking her way, Irene gets frustrated and in her determination to help her “brother” she summons her weapon. There she fights “Ansem”, but just as she starts to win the world unfreezes and he vanishes into a corridor of darkness. Irene is really confused and her weapon disappears, but quickly runs back to the match and is surprised to find everyone cheering- the dusks nowhere to be seen and Roxas apparently victorious against Vivi. The dusks reminded Irene of something and she passes out after focusing too much on it, and recalls pieces of her conversation with Zexion/Lexaeus after she found out the dusks listened to her. 

When the seventh day comes Namine releases the locks on Irene’s memories and the girl goes in desperate search for Roxas, but ends up having to evade the hordes of Nobodies attacking. Memories back she heads to the mansion and finds Roxas just in time, stopping him from calling out to Sora. Roxas apologizes, knowing full well he was causing her and Maria both grief, but tells her about the dreams he had of Sora and that- even if he didn’t want to- Roxas had to do this. So many worlds and people needed Sora. He asks her to respect his decision and to keep smiling,  and then fades into Sora. Irene starts to breakdown and panics when Sora starts to wake, running off in an attempt to hide. Unfortunately she slams right into Goofy and Donald who have just woken up, and is almost instantly mistaken as “Mazy” by Goofy who had last seen Maria when she was a young teen. Irene is instantly confused only to remember Maria’s stories about Goofy and realizes mid-bear hug what was happening. He sets her down, only to notice her eyes were brown instead of hazel and that she WASN’T actually Maria, and apologizes. Then asks why she’s so upset, but Irene quickly changes the subject by bringing up Sora and saying something about how “someone was waking up in the next room” and Donald and Goofy run off to find Sora. 

Irene makes a break for it, but encounters “Ansem” again. He tosses her bag and white coat at her, all her equipment inside, and tells her to “Go”. Rather than grateful she ends up even more confused and mad at him as he was the reason Roxas was now gone, and she didn’t understand why he was helping her so much, but he says nothing and merely vanishes into a Dark Corridor. “What is wrong with that man?” 

Finds a room to hide in and puts her coat on, looking through the bag to find her equipment and is more than alarmed when she finds the bracelet she made for Lexaeus in there. He had worn it to C.O so it should have been there, so why was it in her bag…? Did that man put it there? His weapon looked a little like a keyblade- could he have been the one to kill him? And the photo from Halloween Town with them and Zexion... Irene was just about to open a portal to the castle, ready to resign herself to her fate of having to explain the situation to Maria, when the door slams open and Sora, Donald, and Goofy walk in. 

Gets questioned by Donald and reluctantly answers most of them, when Goofy has a realization like, “I get it! The reason you look like lil’ Mazy is ‘cause yer her other half, isn’t it?” 

Sora is super duper confused and Donald is in disbelief, and Irene is like, “Er, I mean, I am, but the reason we look alike is because we’re sisters??? Not because we’re both Keepers??? Hi??” 

Que Goofy having an excited freak out because holy crap his little Mazy has a little sister he’s so happy for Maria. Asks how she is and what she’s doing, but before Irene could actually answer Donald throws a fit because the King was looking for the other Keeper and she’s right in front of them- they HAVE to bring her along- and Sora is just asking what the heck a “Keeper” is and who “Maria” was. Goofy and Donald explain, then bring up how the Keepers of Heart are supposed to work together with keyblade wielders to free captive hearts, and Sora gets on board with bringing her along because why not?? The more the merrier, right??? And Irene is all types of “Nope” but they aren’t having it. Donald is the most aggressive about it. Irene is cursing her luck as she just wanted to go back to the castle and burrow under the covers like a depressed bunny rabbit. 

And now Irene is even more distraught then before. Maria learns that Sora was in C.O and tries to kill him, and Irene attempts to defend him because Roxas was still in there somewhere- she can feel his light- which causes Maria to call her delusional. Maria, feeling betrayed by Irene, tries to kill HER while Sora is unconscious, and Goofy drags Donald and Sora back to the gummi ship. Irene doesn’t fight, instead keeping a shield up the entire time as Maria is wailing on her, until the woman is exhausted. She tells Irene to get out of her sight and she does, and every now-and-then Maria will appear. To simultaneously check up on Irene, to attack her, and to attack Sora. 

And though Irene hates Sora for stealing Roxas away, she can’t help but also be friends with him. At least... until Demyx dies. Then she snaps, claiming Maria was right all along, and goes after him- only for “Ansem” to intervene. Sora heads farther into Hollow Bastion and Maria attacks him, thus how she gets her chest scar, and Irene nearly kills “Ansem”. She was seconds away from doing it, but then the hood falls down and she can see his eyes... and realizes that he was a person just like her. Like everyone else. And if she killed him... someone who cared for him would be feeling exactly what she was. 

And then “Ansem” won. Her face burned, stomach ripped open and then simultaneously healed/burned shut, he tosses a defeated Irene and Maria somewhere safe where they can talk. And then more org death happens, and the girls are depressed. Luxord was the last for Irene- she couldn’t handle anymore. She gave up and just hid in her old room, even as the castle fell apart. The previous inside her heart eventually opened a light corridor and pulled her through, saving her, and for a long time she just stayed there before accidentally wandering into Destiny Islands where she encounters Riku. Through some things Maria and Irene are able to start working together as sisters and keepers again and make a home in the Radiant Garden castle, helping the restoration committee, until DDD. 

Lea is pretty much the same Axel. The personalities don’t differ that much. But Ienzo? Heck, even Irene? They’re not the same as they were. Irene is depressed, traumatized by all the events that occurred in such a short span of time. She’s still grieving. And for a man with the same face and voice as the one she had loved so wholeheartedly before, only to be so DIFFERENT, appearing before her? it hurts. And she’s conflicted. And she’s scared. 

And while she wants to protect him, to keep him safe and ensure he lives this time around, she also wants to avoid him at any cost. But Ienzo loves her- he was as much as Zexion as Zexion was him. And Lea tries to help her see this, definitely not as patient as Ienzo and being far more annoyed that the tension in the room was so physically painful he wanted to rip his hair because GOD DAMN IT GIRL JUST ACCEPT HIM ALREADY. YOU KNOW YOU LOVE HIM. It isn’t until after Tangled that she does, witnessing Eugene’s death. 

Also Riku feels massive guilt over killing Zexion, especially after becoming friends with Irene (poor girl unaware he was “Ansem”), and witnessing their interactions in La City de Cloches during his exam. 

The songs “Haven’t Had Enough” “All to Myself” and “Who Do You Love” by Marianas Trench fit  Irene/Ienzo pretty well, actually. Especially if you imagine the PoV shifting back and forth. “Soldier” is more Irene/Zexion to Irene/Ienzo, but... yeah. XD I’m weak, okay? I’m sorry. I love torturing characters. 

#Irene #Maria #Axel #Marluxia #Zexion #Ienzo #Sora #Kingdom Hearts #Roxas #Goofy #Donald Duck #Lea #Ansem #Riku Ansem #Diz #Riku #Hayner #Pence #Olette #ocs #oc #kingdom hearts oc #kh #kh2 #kh1 #zexion x irene #ienzo x irene #axel x maria #lea x maria #soriku

[ashtheshortstack]

make them learn - ch 3

Rating: T Ship: Adrinette (sorta) Chapter 3/3: followed the rules

Tags: Princess Justice AU, Akumatized Marinette, Bullying, One-Sided Reveal, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Adrien hopped along the rooftops, scouring the city for his now akumatized partner. He was terrified for her well-being, as well as Lila’s. Though the girl was a total brat, he couldn’t help but worry that his lady would do something horrible to her. 

There was so much guilt swirling within him. If only he had really been there for her when Marinette needed him the most. How much pain had she been in for it to finally come to this? How long had Lila been harassing her and she had always been able to overcome the negative thoughts and feelings that came with being bullied like this? And he had catered to Lila! Told Marinette not to bother with exposing her because it wouldn’t do any good.

Some friend he was, huh? 

When he heard a scream, he spun quickly towards the sound as he was jared from his thoughts. Glancing over at the park, he finally spotted his target. There stood an entity in a deep purple, flowy dress, jet black hair flowing behind her in long pigtails. There was a sharp crown on her head with a purple jewel in the center. A black, inky mask covered her face where she normally adorned her spots. It made his heart twist to see her in such a state. She held a staff in her hand, pointing it towards Lila who cowered by a tree. 

Adrien tossed the yo-yo, hooking it on the tree and swinging himself over towards the two of them. 

“You deserve judgement,” the akumatized Marinette hissed. 

Lila laughed hesitantly, glancing around nervously. “C’mon Marinette, you can’t be this upset over something I did when I was akumatized, right? It wasn’t my fault.” 

“Marinette’s gone. I’m Princess Justice, and you’ve been asking for this for a long time.”  

Adrien had no idea what the weapon did, but it hissed menacingly as Princess Justice aimed it directly at Lila’s nose. Lila whimpered with a grimace as the weapon was waved in her face. 

“You will tell the truth .” 

Suddenly, Lila was glowing and Adrien took that as his cue. Oh, how he didn’t want to fight her. He just felt guilty more than anything. His poor Marinette… how could he let this happen to her? 

Swinging down from the tree, he pounced on Princess Justice, knocking her down to the ground. His palms rested on either side of her head as dull, grey eyes gazed up at him. There was so much sadness… an emptiness he never thought he’d see on Marinette, let alone his Ladybug. His heart ached in his chest. Quickly, he grabbed her palms and pushed them flat beside her head. 

“Marinette…?” 

She sneered at him. “There is no Marinette. Princess Justice is here to serve the people of Paris who should all learn the truth.” Princess Justice pushed back against him, rolling them over and slamming his palms to the ground. He grunted before gazing up at her as she loomed menacingly over him. 

Damn, no wonder he could never win against Ladybug. Marinette was strong as hell. 

It would be kinda hot if his life wasn’t at stake. 

“Careful, Insect. If you get in my way, then I may have to reveal your identity to the world.” 

Adrien felt his eyes widen at that. “What?” 

Smirking, she glanced over at Lila. The girl had her palms over her mouth with wide eyes. He’d never seen Lila so stunned before. There was a sick, twisted sense of satisfaction swirling in his gut, but he had to ignore it. He was supposed to be the hero. 

But… he was here to save Marinette. Lila on the other hand, eh, not so much. 

Somehow, Adrien wasn’t at all shocked when he heard Alya’s surprised voice at the sight before her. Bless Nino… he was trying to pull his girlfriend away from the action, but she was clearly not giving up a chance to see this. For multiple reasons, obviously. Her best friend was akumatized and there was no Ladybug. There was Mister Bug instead, which he was pretty sure no one had ever seen before--aside from Juleka. 

“Marinette!” she cried. 

With the way Princess Justice glowered at her best friend, it was clear Marinette was not in there at the moment. And not too thrilled to see Alya sprinting towards them. 

“C’mon, girl! You’re better than this!” 

Adrien groaned as Princess Justice shoved his face into the dirt when she jumped to her feet. 

“What do you know!?” she hissed. “All you ever did was take Lila’s side! You never believed me!” 

Alya stepped back as if she’d been struck. “What’re you talking about?” 

Princess Justice snarled at Lila, snatching her by the wrist and shoving her towards their friends. “Why don’t you tell her, lying scum.” 

Lila, whose eyes were now glowing a deep purple, was under the influence of whatever Princess Justice’s powers were. But from the context clues Adrien had gathered, he figured it was a truth spell. 

“I lied,” Lila said. “I lied about having tinnitus. About knowing Jagged Stone and any other celebrities,” the girl began laughing. “And you know what? I don’t have a disease that makes me do it! I do it because it’s fun. People like me that way.” 

Jaw dropping, Alya gaped at her. “W-What?” 

“And, for whatever reason, Marinette here figured me out. She knew I was lying about my life. But I couldn’t let her out me, obviously,” Lila barked another laugh. “So, I had to get rid of her. I got akumatized on purpose twice to do just that. Oh, and I do know Ladybug. Because I hate her! And I only want to take her down. Well, her and Marinette. Adrien is mine . I just had to send Marinette a little reminder.” 

Alya trembled as her hands went to her mouth. Lila’s tyrant continued, growing more and more infuriating with each passing statement. Adrien could feel sick… He felt so wrong. Had he really failed his lady this much? She was suffering at the hands of this girl for so long. And he had brushed it off! 

He was seething at himself, but he needed this battle to be over. “Lucky Charm!” 

A sketch-pad fell into his hands. Glancing around, his brow pinched. “What am I…?” he suddenly remembered the last time he used the ladybug miraculous. His lady said he was a “straight-forward guy” meaning the answer was obvious and right in front of his face, unlike his lady’s convoluted schemes. 

“It’s not like I didn’t warn her,” Lila snickered before crossing her arms. “She and I had a great talk in the bathroom once. I told her that I would turn everyone against her and that Adrien would be mine. And if it weren’t for Adrien himself, my plan would’ve worked.” 

Princess Justice paused, looking at her victim in surprise. “Wait, what?” 

Lila rolled her eyes. “Adrien told me that I had to get you back into school after I got you expelled. He threatened to not be my friend anymore. Well, I think that’s what he meant. Either way, I had to prove my love to him, right? So, I told Mr. Damocles about that fake lying disease.” 

“Adrien… did that for me?” Princess Justice murmured, eyes widening slightly. Adrien blinked in surprise when there was a flash of blue in those dull irises. Suddenly, there was a butterfly framing her face. She clutched her head. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”   The butterfly shattered making him gasp. Did she just…? 

“I don’t need Hawkmoth. I don’t need a miraculous,” she growled. “I’m doing this my way!” She aimed the staff at Alya. “Do you see now, Alya!? All I ever did was try to tell you the truth. And Adrien was the only person who ever believed me!” Princess Justice cried. 

That was definitely Marinette. A Marinette who was still angry and had truth powers, but it was her nonetheless. How did she break the mental connection with Hawkmoth? And why hadn’t he just removed her powers when she went rouge? Was he planning something worse? 

“Marinette, I didn’t know!” 

Princess Justice strode up to her. “You thought I was jealous! That I was lying! It’s like you don’t even know me at all!” 

“ Please, Marinette. I never meant--” 

Quickly, Adrien wound the yo-yo around her waist and yanked it towards him. She didn’t come willingly, however. Princess Justice took a swing, knocking him in the jaw. Skidding backwards in the dirt, he groaned as he looked up. She was charging at him, those eyes grey and pained once again. There was the pang of pain in his heart again as he flipped backwards away from her attack. 

“Marinette,” he murmured as she took another swing, this time with her staff. He caught it between his hands. “I know you’re in there, Marinette. Come back to me, please.” 

She merely growled. “What do you know!? You never believe me either, Kitty!”  

Grimacing, he shot a look back at Alya and Nino, who were both still distracted by the Lila who was spewing her guts out to them, much to Alya’s continued horror. He loved his friends, but he had no idea that Alya had treated Marinette that way. That she hadn’t believed her and just assumed she was jealous. What an awful thing to do… Even after Marinette was right that Lila had framed her and gotten her expelled! And her best friend knew it too! 

So, thankfully, the fact that Mister Bug was Chat Noir was still a secret. For the moment, at least. 

He sighed. Tossing the yo-yo, it wrapped around her wrists, binding them in place. “I did believe you. I promise you, I did,” Princess Justice struggled against the binds, gritting her teeth as she pulled. Adrien held his ground, keeping her tied as he spoke. “I knew she was a liar, but I just didn’t realize how manipulative and cruel she was. U-Until Oni-Chan. When I fought Oni-Chan, then I realized that she would do anything to destroy yo--Ladybug. I’m sorry that people weren’t there for you like they should have been, Marinette! I’m sorry that telling Adrien your feelings was taken away from you! But you need to talk to him!” 

“What do you know!?” 

“I know everything! I know--I know how brave you are! I know how much you put everyone before yourself. I-I know how amazing you are, Marinette. I know that you’re creative, talented, selfless. I can’t imagine how much pain you’ve been bottling up inside,” he felt his voice wavering. “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you,” he cracked. He tossed the sketch pad towards her. 

It opened to a page, showing a familiar doodle. The one he made for Marinette. 

Princess Justice froze, eyes going wide. The grey color of her eyes flashed back to that beautiful bluebell he’d grown to love. Gasping, she threw the staff down to the ground. Adrien watched in awe as she fell to the ground, collapsing in an emotional heep. Her hands went to her face as she sobbed. Her cries were loud and agonizing to listen to. 

Adrien grit his teeth, brows pinching as he listened to her finally break down. Listened to all the emotions fly out of her at once. How long had she bottled this? How long had Lila been tormenting her? 

Grabbing her staff, Adrien broke it over his knee. He snatched the butterfly with the yo-yo, purifying it and sending it off. He tossed the sketch pad into the air. 

“Miraculous Mister Bug!” 

 He wasn’t quite sure what happened with Hawkmoth… and he may never know. It seemed reasonable that Marinette would be strong-willed enough to defy Hawkmoth’s orders. It dawned on him then that she never demanded his miraculous a single time. Had she never been fully under Hawkmoth’s control? 

Shaking off his confusion, he scooped Marinette up in his arms. Her eyes were closed as her head lulled gently to the side. It must’ve taken a lot of energy to defy their enemy. Could it have drained her? He wasn’t sure, but he needed to get her out of here. 

“Wait!” Alya called as she ran up to him. “Who are you?” 

Adrien glanced around. “U-Uh, Mister Bug. I use the ladybug miraculous when the actual Ladybug can’t be here.” 

Alya crossed her arms, clearly not buying it. “Oh, really? How come I’ve never seen you before?” 

“I’ve worked before. Reflekdoll. I was there. That was your friend Juleka, right? Anyway, I’ve gotta get going.” 

“Wait, where are you taking her?” 

Sighing, he shook his head. “I just think it’d be best to get her away from everyone for now.” 

Alya hugged herself, glancing down at the ground as Nino wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Hey, dude. Will you tell Marinette we’re sorry?” 

With a sad smile, Adrien nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.” He shot a glare in Lila’s direction. “In the meantime, maybe you should put that journalism to good use and set some records straight, hm?” 

Alya looked back at Lila who was fleeing the scene now that the cure had freed her from Princess Justice’s powers. Lip twitching, her eyes hardened. Adrien said nothing as he shot the yo-yo to a nearby roof and repelled himself forward with Marinette in tow. He decided the best method would be to take her home. 

So, he landed on her terrance and detransformed. 

Tikki gave him a look. “You were a little reckless for a Ladybug.” 

He laughed hesitantly, ruffling his blond locks. “Sorry about that. I was just so desperate to save her.” 

“I know… Thank you, Adrien.” 

Giving the kwami a soft smile, he took out the earrings. As gently as he could, he pinched the miraculous back into her lobes. 

  o~o~o~o

  Adrien brushed a batch of raven locks behind her ear, making Marinette stir. Her eyes scrunched before blinking open. 

“A-Adrien…? What--What happened?” 

Gingerly, he helped her sit up. “You were akumatized.” 

Her eyes blew wide. “What?!” 

“Hey, hey, calm down,” he said as he hushed her. 

Marinette was so confused. She had no idea what had just occurred. Akumatized!? She’d been akumatized!? Her eyes flicked around her terrance frantically. “H-How did I get here?” 

“Um, a hero named Mister Bug?” 

Oh, right. She’d given Tikki the earrings to take to Chat Noir, right? But wait… why had she--oh. Oh, that’s right. Lila exposed her crush on Adrien to everyone. Lightly, she pushed Adrien away before curling in on herself. 

“I--I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you how I felt about you a long time ago. B-But I was so nervous and I couldn’t barely make sentences around you! Let alone confess! And--And I know you love someone else. And I know it’s probably Kagami which makes this so hard because you’re both my friends and I don’t want to lose either of you and--” 

“Woah, woah, woah, Marinette,” his gentle hands went on her shoulders. “Slow down. I-I’m not in love with Kagami.” 

Wait. 

What!?  

Her confusion must’ve been written all over her face as she gaped at him. Adrien gave her a small smile with a nervous laugh. 

“If you want me to be honest? I’ve been stupidly in love with Ladybug for a long time.” 

Marinette felt her cheeks heat. “L-Ladybug!?” 

He nodded. “Yeah, but that’s kind of stupid, right? I don’t even know her.” 

“NO! I-I mean, no way. That’s not stupid. You can’t help who you like, right?” 

Adrien chuckled at that. “Yeah, maybe not. But I… I realized after I found out how you feel about me that I--I think I could fall in love with you too, Marinette.” 

Did he…? Wait. Was he choosing her? Over Kagami? Over her own superhero persona? That wasn’t--no way. That wasn’t even possible, was it? 

Marinette almost short-circuited when he reached over and touched her hand. “I’d love to get to know you more, if you’ll let me. My, uh, my father won’t allow me to date right now. But maybe… in the future? If you can wait for me?” 

Nodding stupidly, she agreed. “Y-Yes! Of course.” 

The smile he gave her was so, so gentle. Her heart nearly melted at the sight. Adrien leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. I had no idea what Lila was really doing to you. This--This was my fault. I kept telling you to brush it off, and in turn I almost got you expelled.” 

There was a flash of something in her mind. “Did… Did you get her to fix it?” 

“I did. I couldn’t let her do that to you.” 

Marinette yanked on the hand he was holding, tugging him into a hug. She buried her nose into his shoulder. “Thank you so much. And thank you… for believing me.” 

“I should’ve done more. I-I didn’t know she was harassing you.” 

Shaking her head, she nuzzled his neck. “No. You at least knew. You trusted me. You have no idea what that meant to me.” 

“Alya knows now. And I assumed the whole class will after today.” 

Marinette tilted her head in confusion, pushing him back at arms length. “What?” 

“Your power as an akuma was like a truth spell. Lila’s true colors came out, the maniacal laughing and everything. She spilled everything she did to you to Alya.” 

As shameful as it was, she felt relief wash over her. Finally, her best friend would believe her. Finally, it wouldn’t be chalked up to jealousy or an overreaction. This girl who’d been so mean to her for months would finally get what she deserved. Knowing how Lila ran from her problems, she doubted they’d even see the cunning girl again. Not that Marinette minded. She could go the rest of her life without seeing Lila Rossi ever again. 

“Oh, wow…” 

Smiling, Adrien stood and helped her to her feet. Marinette glanced down at their conjoined hands. God, she was going to spontaneously combust right there. How was this her life? And what rotten luck that Adrien wanted to be with her and his father had banned him from dating! 

She couldn’t make eye contact when he pressed his forehead to hers. “I’ll see you around, Marinette.” 

“Y-You too, Adrien.” 

As he detached from her, he gave a small salute before going down into her bedroom to leave. The gesture felt oddly familiar, but she brushed it off. Leaning onto the railing, Marinette glanced over to see her kwami hiding behind the plants. Tikki squealed, fluttering over and hugging Marinette on the cheek. 

“Oh! I was so worried!” 

Marinette cupped her kwami’s back. “I’m so glad you’re alright, Tikki. Did Chat Noir do a good job?” 

“Yep! He saved the day!” 

Humming, she smiled. “I’ll have to thank him.” 

It was then she saw her crime-fighting partner bouncing through the rooftops nearby. Was he coming to check on her? That was sweet of him. He paused, giving her a glance and waving. Marinette returned the wave before pausing. 

Wait. 

She touched the miraculous in her lobes.

How’d he give her earrings back…?

#princess justice #princess justice AU #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #angst #ML fic #princess justice fic #ash writes #make them learn #tw: bullying #miraculous ladybug fic #adrinette fic #hurt comfort

[bucketslutz]

Get Out the Way

Chapter 1: The Huntress

Summary: You were successful as a bounty hunter for a while, and now as a skilled fighter working in an arena. You were craving excitement, until a Mandalorian crosses your path and offers you the opportunity to help bring his kid back and avenge the death of someone you lost long ago. Working with the bucket-head, though, isn't going as smoothly as you thought. Will it all be worth it in the end?

You can read Get Out the Way on AO3 here.

Warnings: 18+ only pls, violence, gore, language, bounty hunting, enemies to lovers sorta, slow burn af, banter, grogu in danger, AFAB reader, badass female reader, yes reader is a bounty hunter, smut eventually but for now they hate each other

Your lip tears open after the butt end of a weapon collides with your face, and a steady flow of bright red blood begins its path down your chin. The Devaronian, armed with a vibro-ax, snarls at you through stained teeth and spins his blade in his hand. Despite the pain and the, seemingly, winning 200 pound opponent gaining on you, a smile crept on your face. Letting him think he had the upper hand was fun. You hated to ruin his party, but you had a job to do. You stole a quick glance from a familiar face in the roaring crowd and he gave you a nod. Returning the gesture, you finally quit fucking around with your toy and ignited your dual shockwhips, whipping them around your head before they meet the floor with an electric crack. The Devaronian’s face fell as your whips narrowly missed his horn. He raises his weapon and ignites its energy chord, attempting to appear confident and in control of the fight. You almost laugh, as if that’s going to do anything, you say to yourself. He charges at your left side, and you dodge his attack effortlessly. You duck when he attempts to swing around at your head. You roll backwards and swing your whip at his leg. It wraps around his calf and you yank your weapon hard resulting in him landing on the floor with a clunk, your whip shocks him, immediately knocking the Devaronian out cold. The crowd erupts in a mixture of whoops and boos, emitting from humans and miscellaneous species alike. The rings filling the arena signal that you won the round.

Your unignited shockwhips return to your belt and you wipe the blood off your face. Departing from the ring, you try to ignore the incessant, nagging voice that calls your name and light footsteps that trail behind you. Finally deciding to entertain the source of the call, you stop and place you hands on your hips and stare up at the ceiling, huffing in indignation.

“Darling, y-” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can finish the thought.

“I told you not to call me darling,” you correct him, as if it was a common occurrence, then continue your journey to the bar hardly paying him any attention.

“Right, of course,” your sponsor corrects his previous statement by saying your name and follows you closely. “You were wonderful tonight, as usual. I’m always confident that you’ll make it out on top. But my patrons on the other hand, don’t like when you, how do you say, play with your food. It takes them out of the experience, makes it feel like they’re watching a choreographed show instead of a bloody fight.”

You hop over the bar and reach for the spotchka below and it lands on the counter with a harsh clank. You pour yourself a snort and down it with ease. Your sponsor was a lame excuse for a human being, he only existed to gain profit. And right now, to him, you were his most profitable investment. He was shorter and weaker than you, hence why he kissed your ass every second of every day. He didn’t want to meet the end of your wrath. The measly halo of white hair on his head and leathery, wrinkly skin did not help to make him look more intimidating. He looked to be two seconds away from death every day, so you had no problem walking all over him.

“Gundi, I seriously don’t give a fuck what your patrons want to see. You should consider yourself lucky to have me working for you. I could go back to the guild whenever the hell I want. Don’t push your luck.” You lift your bag from the ground and swing it over your shoulder. You slide over the bar and pat Gundi on the head when you land on the ground. He was like a trained dog at this point, you reward him by not killing him each time he decides not to step on your toes. You extend your hand out to the weasley man and he sets a sachet of credits in your palm. You close your fingers around your profits and hear it cling in your hand. You listen as Gundi sighs dejectedly once you exit the arena.

Admittedly, you really can’t go back to the guild whenever you want. You need to make a viable living, and Karga hasn’t given you a well-paying hunt in months. There’s only one person on Nevarro who he gives the best paying jobs to, and you’d rather not step on that bucket- head’s toes. So you’ve resorted to what would be a bounty hunter’s equivalent to prostitution. It wasn’t your best option, but there were no real challenging opponents on this stupid rock anyways so each fight felt more like a light workout than a real battle. But it was easy money, so you shouldn’t be complaining. Wincing as you entered the bathroom, you inspected the cut on your lip carefully. Maker, how did you let that nerf-herder lay a blow on you at all? You could’ve killed him in your sleep. Maybe you’re just bored. Winning matches without any challenge gets a little repetitive after a while. You need some more excitement in your life. Like in the early days of your bounty hunting career, you landed gigs with ease and collected bounties as if you were made for the job. After a while though, Greef didn’t want to give you anymore high-profile hunts. You didn’t even need your weapons for the bounties Karga started giving you. The excitement was gone as quickly as it came. After applying some bacta to your wound, you left the bathroom, then Gundi’s slimy establishment soon after.

You whipped through the streets outside the arena until a familiar scent assaulted your senses. You followed the scent to a local vendor selling various meats. You toss some credits at the vendor in exchange for some skewers of the meat. As you begin the walk back to your apartment, out of the corner of your eye you spot a small figure sitting in an alleyway. You stop and turn your head towards a little girl clothed in a dirty, torn dress. You approach her carefully and she meets your gaze. You crouch to her level and you can see her eyeing the food you just purchased. She looked to be starved, so you handed her a couple skewers of the meat along with a sachet of credits. The girl’s eyes light up and she smiles widely at you. You stand up and watch as she disappears into the alleyway. You really don’t like kids all that much, but she reminded you of yourself when you were young. You thought maybe a small act of kindness might help her get on her feet; an act of kindness you wished you’d seen when you were her age. You didn’t like to think about life back then, it wasn’t easy and you had to do a lot of things you didn’t want to do. Some of which a little girl should never see. But when you’re desperate, about anything sounds better than an empty stomach and a restless night on the street. At least it made you scrappy, appreciative of what you have now. Despite being a failing bounty hunter and a sellout, you at least have a roof over your head and credits in your pocket.

The trek back to your apartment felt heavier than usual. The weight of an unfamiliar presence plagued your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched. Whoever it is, you could take them anyways. Maybe it’s the voyeur in you, maybe it’s the part of you that longs for excitement, but you almost welcome the presence. The door leading to your apartment slides open and you step inside. Immediately feeling that same presence, you hesitate to turn on your lights, sensing that they’re watching you from the shadows. You flick your lights on and immediately draw your blaster from your holster and aim it at the figure in the doorway leading to your bedroom. The Mandalorian remains unmoving and unarmed. What the fuck is he doing here?

“Put that down,” he commands, breaking the silence. “I’m not here to kill you.”

“I’m not sure I can do that, Mando,” you assert, confidently. You look the man up and down and subtly admire the beskar armor. “I know you’ve been following me. You trying to get rid of your competition, shiny?” Your blaster remains aimed at the beskar clad bounty hunter as he crosses towards you in two steps.

“If I wanted to kill you, you would’ve been dead already,” the Mandalorian remarks, still unarmed and showing no indication of hostility.Unfortunately, he was right. Knowing his track record, you would’ve been frozen in carbonite before you even made it to your apartment. So now you’re stuck wondering what he could possibly be doing here, if he’s not collecting a bounty.

“Alright, Mando,” you continue snidely. You return your blaster to its place in your holster and cross into your kitchen. “What could you bucket-head possibly want with little old me.”

“I need your help on a mission. I’m prepared to compensate you substantially for your skills,” he says.

“The mighty Mandalorian needs my help? Wow, I’m flattered, but I don’t work well with others. Trust me, you’d be better off on your own.” You reach for the spotchka in the cabinet over your head. You take a swig from the jug as you brush past the Mandalorian and into your living room. You sink into your couch and set the jug down in front of you on the coffee table.

“I saw you fight tonight at Gundi’s. You’re too good of a hunter to be in that hell-hole,” he says, taking a few steps towards you again, his boots hitting the ground hard with each step.

“If this is your way of trying to butter me up, shiny, then it’s not working. I work there because Karga won’t give me bounties worth my while anymore. The man has no faith in me, so fuck him. I can make twice the amount of credits in a week at Gundi’s than Karga would give me in a month.” You take another long swig from the jug of spotchka and kick your feet onto the coffee table, settling further back into your couch. “And what could I possibly do for you on your mission that no other guild member could?”

“Wraak has my kid, I need your help to kill him and get my kid back.”

The blood drains from your face and your palms become clammy. That’s why he wanted your help. Who else would want Wraak dead as bad as me? You thought to yourself. Mando says your name, “You’re a skilled hunter, you’re worth more than whatever Karga gives you. I’ll put in a good word with him if you come with me to get my kid back.”

“I never pegged you as the paternal type. This kid has to be pretty special if Wraak wanted to get his hands on him,” you remarked, attempting to seem together but in reality you’re kind of losing it.

“He’s important to me. I can’t get him back alone. You of all people should know what Wraak does to people who mean something to someone.”

You remained silent. Kill Wraak. You could kill Wraak. You don’t even know what to say anymore. You’re just staring at the floor dumbfounded. The perfect opportunity to kill that bastard has just been placed in front of you on a silver platter and you’re hesitating to accept the offer. Why? What’s wrong with you? Is it your pride? Do you want this to be something you do completely on your own? Without the help of a Mandalorian? Just take it. Accept the offer and kill Wraak.

“I leave tomorrow at 21:00. If you wish to join me, meet me at the Razor Crest.” …

I’m not going. It’ll be a waste of time. Mando is a pain in the ass anyways. You repeat your mantra as you wrap your fists in preparation for your fight tonight. You rest your hands on the sink as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You’re too distracted, you probably shouldn’t be fighting tonight. But what would you even be doing anyways if you weren’t fighting? Certainly not flying through the galaxy with a Mandalorian in search for his son and in the process gaining justice for an unjust murder. Yeah right, you would never. But what’s stopping you? You’re not afraid of Wraak, you hate him too much. And you’re not afraid of Mando either, he has already made it apparent that he doesn’t want you dead. Why can’t you just suck it up and go on this mission with shiny? Leaving the graffiti-covered bathroom, you attempt to shake those thoughts from your head.

You glare at your opponent when you enter the ring and roll your eyes at the Gamorrean attempting to appear intimidating. Dank Farrik, you could be doing better things right now. This is a waste of time. Maybe Mando won’t be as big of a pain in the ass as I think he will be. You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for ages. What’s stopping you from leaving this lava rock and blasting Wraak into oblivion? That does sound kinda nice. He took so much from you. You’ve always felt the burden of his existence since your last encounter with him. You thought you’d never see him again. At this point in your life, you just wanted to move on. But you can’t and it kills you every day. It feels like the last piece of the puzzle would be to confront him; make him feel the same pain he made you feel all those years ago. After all these years you've spent running away from your past and trying to forget what hurt you, the opportunity to finally gain closure has just presented itself. But you now have to confront the very thing you’ve been running away from for so long. Maker, there’s nothing more you want than for Wraak to get what’s coming to him. Even if it means having to deal with Mando’s strange presence. He might not be so bad. What’s the worst he can do? It’s not like he could take you down, except he can. But you try not to think about how easily he could kill you given the opportunity. There’s nothing keeping you here anyways, you can do better than fighting Gamorreans in Gundi’s slimy arena.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the bell ringing and a feisty Gamorrean charging at you. You roll your eyes again having made up your mind and quickly step to the side and jut your foot out, tripping your opponent. You watch as he lands on his face and you apply pressure to his neck with your foot so he can’t get up. The bell rings signifying you won the round. Wasting no time, you exit the ring and snatch your bag up that was sitting just outside. This time, you don’t stop when Gundi calls your name. You don’t have time to deal with that creature, if you stop now you won’t have time to grab your gear from your apartment before getting to the razor crest.

Holy shit, you’re actually doing this. You’re finally going to kill Wraak after all these years. And with the help of a Mandalorian. This has got to be the weirdest fucking thing that’s happened to you. Well, besides the time you hooked up with that Gungan. But you were drunk so it barely even counts.

…

Shit. You have two minutes to get to the razor crest. You’re practically running to the shipyards now, hoping he didn’t decide to leave early. Aren’t Mandalorians people of their word? Or something like that? You can’t really be bothered learning about those bucket-heads anyways. But there is some sort of appealing mystique to them, why do they keep those helmets on all the time? Are they secretly a really ugly alien species? Are they actually high tech robots under there? But at the same time, you really don’t want to know what Mando looks like. You’re confident that he’d never want to show you his face, and you’re confident that you’d never want to see it. You’d feel like you’d be invading his privacy by stealing a glance at his face. As much as you hate admitting it, you kind of admire and respect Mando. He’s an incredibly skilled hunter and effortlessly strikes fear into complete strangers. It makes you wonder why’d he’d ever choose you, out of all people, to join him on this mission. It’s honestly kinda flattering. He thinks you’re a skilled fighter and that feels good. He’s intimidating and damn good at his job. No wonder Greef gives him all the high paying jobs. But you’d never tell him that to his face, or well, to his helmet. Maybe working with him won’t be so bad. You might get to know the mysterious man who lives in that armor.

Out of breath, you reach the hunk of junk Mando told you to meet him at. He’s standing at the top of the razor crest’s ramp setting down a couple of camtonos inside. His helmet turns to face you and you can only assume he’s making eye contact with you. Not wanting to be the first to speak, you simply nod and adjust your grip on your bag. He returns the nod and points to the pile of camtonos sitting outside the ship, indicating that he wants you to load them up.

“We leave once you get those in the hull,” he states simply. He turns and disappears into the crest. Welcome aboard, you tell yourself as you begin grabbing camtonos and stacking them in the hull of the Razor Crest.

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[cals-laundry]

Happy Valentine’s Day, Uncle

“What? No nice boys?”

“Who says it’s the boys? Maybe it’s me!”

Hizashi pops the last bite of his pizza into his mouth and turns to you, knee against your thigh, arm still pillowing the back of your head. He looks over you and nods.

“Not you.”

Relationship: Uncle Hizashi Yamada(Present Mic) x GN! Reader Words: 2,232 Tags: incest, couch sex, Hizashi is a creepy uncle, but reader is sorta into it.

You’re alone on Valentine’s day.

Your parents are out for the night, you’d chosen not to listen when they explained where they’d be, instead you denied the mental image and you’ve chosen to enjoy a movie on the couch in a big t-shirt and little shorts for comfort. You fumble with the idea of dinner, but a knock on the door digs you out of the menu on your phone. And on the other side, your uncle seems to have read your mind.

“Well hello there, kiddo!” he holds up a box and you can’t help but crack a smile, “your parents told me they left you here, I’m amazed you answered the door, I thought you’d be havin’ a fun little Valentine’s date of your own.”

“And you still came over?” you step back to leave him in, “gross, uncle 'Zashi.”

You laugh with him as he closes the door.

“Good uncles keep an eye out for their favourites! Can’t have someone treating you anything less than perfect!”

You roll your eyes, but it’s endearing. Hizashi has always been your favourite. Sometimes, your cousins questioned it, even friends had made comments about how he is with you, but it’s been so long, you never questioned it. Sure, he’s a little hands on, but it’s not creepy, he’s just affectionate! You settle beside him and he hands you a can of soda, but he gives himself away when he’s not wearing his sunglasses. His gaze is on your legs; it slides over them honey slow and he darts his tongue over his lips as if it’ll give him the smallest taste of sweetness.

“I’m not actually interrupting, am I? Hanging out in just a t-shirt sounds like good draw for a boyfriend.”

“Nah, the TV is my boyfriend.”

He thinks for a second, but you cut him off.

“Don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“I don’t know, but do not.”

He howls with laughter and swings his arm across the back of the couch. The movie plays, and for a while, you simply eat in silence. Then Hizashi breaks it.

“Why don’t you have a date?”

You shrug.

“Don’t wanna.”

“What? No nice boys?”

“Who says it’s the boys? Maybe it’s me!”

Hizashi pops the last bite of his pizza into his mouth and turns to you, knee against your thigh, arm still pillowing the back of your head. He looks over you and nods.

“Not you.”

“What?”

“Look at you!”

“What?!”

He leans in, closer than is even usual for him.

“Look at you; you’re the prettiest little thing. Anyone who doesn’t see that is a fool.”

His hand rests on your knee a moment. A friendly gesture. Then it sneaks higher, higher, until the bottom of your t-shirt brushes against his fingers. Less friendly. Your face must give away your hesitation;

“Don’t tell me no one has touched you even like this!”

“No! I mean, yeah, they have but it’s…” your words trail. What is stopping you?

“You worried I’m gonna ruin anyone else for ya?” his smirk twists to one that’s just a little too cocky.

“N-no, just...you’re my uncle.”

“And who knows you better than I do?”

He has a point. When his fingers poke under your t-shirt this time, you don’t flinch as much.

“I can take care of you,” his head dips and rests against your shoulder, his lips only a hair’s breadth from your neck, “y’want me to be your Valentine, hmm?”

“I-I’m not sure…”

“You always gave me Valentine’s cards when you were a kid, what’s so different now?”

He cups your sex and you whine.

“A lot! I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t-” your sentence dissolves to another whine when he kisses your neck and presses his hand against you just a little more firmly.

“If you really want me to stop, I will,” he kisses a trail between his words, “but you didn’t even try to cover yourself after seeing your uncle at the door. You gonna tell me you don’t want me, huh?”

He pushes your underwear aside and presses a finger against your already wet hole.

“Oh, you were just waiting for this, huh? You’re as gross as I am, little bird; all ready for your uncle.”

Little bird. An old familiar nickname.

Before you can argue, his finger slips inside and his lips press to your neck again. You try to swallow your hushed moan, but it’s impossible; a second finger joins the first and he knows just how to move them. Your hands tangle in his hair, forcing it out of that looped half tie that’s always seemed so pretty, and he groans against your neck when you give it the smallest tug. But with it, he pulls away, and you wonder how that could be too far when he’s got two fingers inside you. They slip from your hole and he savours the taste for a moment before he turns, sitting normally, straight forward on the couch. Sickening drips of disappointment slide through you and you hate yourself for it. Until you realise he’s fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.

“On your knees; lemme give you another little present.”

You move before you can think. And from here, your uncle looks much bigger, like he did when you were a kid. He shuffles his jeans and underwear lower, and at last, his cock springs out and you swallow. You ignore your mind when it repeats that this is your uncle, this is wrong, this is sick. Instead, you lean forward without prompt from him, and lick a stripe up the pierced shaft of him.

“Oh ho ho, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you? You’ve been practicing, huh? For your uncle?”

You don’t answer. You suck the tip of him until he groans again, and descend on him like you’re starving for it. He hits your throat, and you hear the first words of an apology, a dismissal in case you can’t take it. But you cut him off as you swallow him a little deeper and look up at him as well as you can like this. Tears prickle and tease the corner of your eyes and when his hand cups your cheek, his thumb wipes it away.

“ Fuck, little bird, you take it like a champ. Bet you’d let me fuck that little throat of yours until you couldn’t talk, wouldn’t you?”

You nod and his hips snap forward; a small taste of what that could be.

“I’ll take you up on that some other time, birdie. Come up here, sit on your uncle’s lap.”

You stand, legs shaky, but he stops you before actually sit on him. Sneaky fingers slip under your t-shirt again, and he pushes your underwear down your legs until it falls to the floor. It all feels so practiced, so planned. He has his hand on your hip again, and the thumb of the other hooks the front of your shirt and tugs so he can get a look.

“Pretty little thing,” he breathes out the words, “turn around, babe.”

You do, uncertain of his motives, but a hand on your back gives you just enough of a hint. You bend over, spread your legs, and with your hands on the coffee table, your hole is completely on display for him. Between your legs, you catch sight of his hand on his cock, fisting it in quick jerks while he stares. You look away, embarrassed, but there’s a sensation, unfamiliar and surprising, and you realise he’s pressing a sloppy kiss the same hole his fingers had spread.

“So fucking cute and sweeter than candy,” he murmurs before giving your rear a quick bite. His hands, massive on you, grab your hips again.

“Knees on the couch,” all politeness is dropped.

It’s awkward and you’re a little clumsy, but your knees are at either side of his thighs and you keep yourself steady with a grip on his knees. He pulls you down by the hips, slowly, slowly, until the head of him pokes against you.

“Point of no return, little bird.”

He’s offering you an out. It warms your heart, and your brain screams to take it, but your body has no interest in ignoring something so good and so freely given. You press your hips down, but he stops you.

“Turn. Sorry. I wanna see that pretty face when I fill you.”

Another quick shuffle and you’re on your knees, facing him this time, with your hands on the back of the couch to brace yourself.

“Oh you look good on top of me, sweetheart. Come on now, little lower,” you lower yourself, this time working with the tug of his grip and again, he pokes at your entrance. His tugging stops and you take the lead. Inch by splitting inch, you take him. His head falls back against the couch with each one, his jaw slacks, and his only words are a quiet “fuck” when your ass is against his thighs.

“Feels like you were made to take me,” he chuckles through the words. You know he doesn’t want to force you, but there’s a squeeze on your hips again.

You raise your hips and drop them and you’re met with a shuddering breath. His throat bobs as he swallows, but his eyebrows give away his feelings more than anything. Apology.

“I’m sorry, birdie, I can’t hold back anymore.”

He slams himself into you and you choke out a moan. You hoped your control would last, but he’s stronger, he’s faster, he’s more experienced, and most of all, he knows exactly what he wants from you. Thrust after thrust, the heat in your stomach grows, you squeeze around him when you can, you even sneak in a few kisses to his throat in retaliation for his earlier ones. But your moans have mingled in the air; they’ve brought forward fantasies and confessions and they’ve forced your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist and you’re nose to nose with him as he fucks into you like he’d die without it. Between moans and grunts, words slip out.

“Fuck, baby, yes !”

“No one else s’gonna touch you, no one, mine, say it, say you’re mine!”

“Love you so much, love you so much, say it, lemme hear it, w-wanna, I need it!”

All peppered with your name moaned in a tone you’d never expected from your uncle. He sees the blotches of blush, hears the change in your moans, and he knows what you need. He changes his angle just a little and with one hand, plays with your most sensitive spot, the one that makes your back arch and your voice high.

“That’s it, little birdie, you wanna cum for me? Yeah? You wanna cum all over me?”

You nod - it’s a frantic movement and your nails dig into where they meet his shoulders.

“Tell me.”

“Wanna cum all over you, please please!”

“Hmm…dunno if that’s good enough,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek, then his gaze fixes between your legs again. Once more without thinking, you cup his cheeks and you press your nose against his.

“Wanna cum all over you, please, I wanna feel your cum in me too, fuck, please, Uncle ‘Zashi,” you kiss him before he can respond, but the groan that rumbles through him is enough to know his answer.

His fingers move faster, his other hand moves to cup the back of your neck, all but crushing you against him while his tongue demands to tease yours, and his cock rubs you just so . All together, it’s too much, it’s too good, and you moan his name into his mouth as the heat from your stomach darts to your extremities and pleasure follows each ripple. His hips don’t slow for even a moment; the fingers that were against you leave(thankfully; it was becoming too much) and that arm wraps around you. You savour his grunts and huffs and moans mingled with the slap of skin on skin. You kiss his jaw, his neck, his earlobe, anywhere you can reach until his hips stutter and he’s so impossibly close but there’s something stopping him. And you know exactly what.

“You’re so close, come on, cum for me?”

He moans your name, you know he’s right there.

“Fill up your little birdie, please, uncle ‘Zashi.”

“Fuck!” his voice breaks and he whines as he pulls you right down against him as his cum fills you and you moan against his ear.

“Thank you thank you, oh my God , thank you, uncle ‘Zashi.”

Breathless, he rests his head against the back of the couch again, and when you stand, your legs are jelly.

“Where y’goin’, kiddo?” he asks with his gaze fixed on the thick globs of cum slipping down your thighs.

“Wanna get cleaned up.”

His face drops for a moment, but you hold out your hand.

“Come with me?”

He stands so fast, he almost falls and you laugh at him.

The consequences can wait. You’re going to enjoy every sordid moment you can until the sun comes up.

He wraps around you in the shower and his fingers play over your skin under the guise of cleaning you. And corny as it is, he presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers "happy Valentine's day, little birdie."

#lemon #present mic x reader #tw: incest #tw: mild coercion

[marshunter06]

Duncan’s Good Reputation?

Inspo credit and mad love to @stuckupwindbag your post about Duncan’s first PO becoming a monk totally inspired this. Then it turned into a 5+1 cause I’m a sucker for those things.

One-

Oddly enough, Courtney first finds it through a letter. She hadn’t meant to be snooping, but with their relationship beginning again, trust was a touchy subject. She can just hear her mother’s voice- “once a cheater always a cheater hun, don’t ever forget that.'' To be fair, he left the open letter in plain view. It was just sitting on top of his kitchen counter close to where she placed her car keys. She was only looking for her keys when she accidently ended up glancing at the letter. It was handwritten. She would only skim it.

Duncan,

Nice to hear from you personally instead of through your new parole officer asking for advice. Glad to see that you’re out of trouble nowadays. I always knew you had a golden heart. Speaking of advice, I gave you some that I know you took- Congrats on the outcome - I finally did listen to my heart as well. After some traveling I found my place on a mountain on a little island. I’m finally at peace and I’m happy. Never thought I would say this, but thanks for getting in trouble all those years ago. I wouldn’t be on top of the world if it wasn’t for you.

Much love,

Your old PO

David, a newly devote Monk

“Hey Princess, did you find your keys?”

She jumps as the voice and moves as far away from the counter. If he noticed she was acting weird, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he picks up her keys then tosses it to her. He smiles as he sees the letter.

“Thanks… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“Is it cool if we meet for an early lunch instead? I gotta mail David back.”

“You mean brunch? Sure… who’s David again?”

“Brunch is for pansies. He’s my old parole officer. Dude just became a monk, go figure.”

Confusion was written all over her face as she chose to ignore his brunch statement. She waits to see if he’ll elaborate, and surprisingly, he does.

“We met the first time I got out of juvie, he was meant to be a mentor to me sorta. It didn’t work out that way. I kept getting into trouble and he tried to help, but he couldn’t because of protocol. I didn’t really care, but it bothered the hell out of him. Right before I left for Island, I told him to quit his job and do some soul searching since he was so unhappy. Besides, I figured I’d win and I wouldn’t need him anymore. Guess he finally found his calling.”

Duncan shrugs it off like it’s no big deal, but Courtney knows there’s more to the story he’s not telling her. She doesn’t push for the details, just happily accepts that he opened up about a piece of his past.

Two-

She almost loses it when she finds him repeatedly liking the same girl’s post on Instagram. She decides to get information before confronting him. When she finds out the girl was an ex she was ready to kill him, until she reads through the comments. The first picture is of a selfish of this gorgeous blonde with blue eyes. The caption read: Your fav girl is back, and this time with a new username!

duncansthename: with love huh?

ashwithlove: you know it dunkie (;

The second picture wasn’t any better. The same girl is smiling at the camera in a bikini at the beach. The caption read: Sun’s out so your fav hun’s out!

duncansthename: you’re not very creative Ash.

ashwithlove: did you even read your own @?

duncansthename: lol same old Ashley

ashwithlove: back at cha asshole (:

The third picture is when she became curious instead of just angry. Another selfie except this time her hair was considerably shorter. The caption read: New hair, who dis?

duncansthename: geez who hurt you babe?

ashwithlove: *rolls eyes* says the guy who broke up with me through a text.

duncansthename: we were 13! I said sorry already, besides you were going to do the same thing.

ashwithlove: I know, I’m just teasing (:

The fourth and final picture she comes across is what finally gives her all the pieces. Ashley was smiling with her eyes and both hands up pointing at a rainbow. The caption read: Never been happier in my life than right at this moment.

duncansthename: guessing it went well then, congrats Ash

ashwithlove: I owe it to you dunkie! Thanks to you, I can be ash with love <3

duncansthename: don’t get all soft on me now, I don’t do that shit

ashwithlove: sure tough guy, maybe I should message your princess (;

duncansthename: stay away from my girl, you live on the other side of the world now anyways

ashwithlove: no promises, besides the heart knows not distance only love

duncansthename: you’re unbelievable

ashwithlove: I learned from the best (;

“Pizza’s here if you’re ready for a break Princess.”

Even though she was no longer jealous, she still wanted to make sure her assumptions were correct.

“Duncan, who’s Ashley?”

He doesn’t even flinch, a good sign since he all but jumped away when she confronted him about Gwen way back.

“She’s an ex girlfriend of mine. My first girlfriend actually.”

“Oh…”

“Don’t worry Princess, I’m not carrying a torch for her. Besides, she has a girlfriend now.”

“You’re not just saying that right?”

“No? That’s a dumb thing to lie about. If you met her, you would know. She’d hit on you instantly.”

“But you just said she has a girlfriend.”

“Her girl would probably hit on you too. You’re fucking gorgeous Court.”

She feels her cheeks warm up at his compliment. She still wasn’t used to him being sweet again, so she shrugs it off.

“Stop changing the subject.”

“Just being honest. Anyways, you just reminded me to reply to her message.”

“You still message each other?”

“Every now and then… She says hi… shit and now she’s FaceTiming.”

“Dunkie! Let me talk to your princess! I know she’s there!”

“No! I always knew you would try and steal my girlfriend after having your heart broken by me.”

“As if. You were the one left heartbroken after I came out to you.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, but for real. Thanks dude! I can finally be me now. It’s officially! Your fav girl is out and proud! Mom took it better than I thought and she’s going to meet Dana on Monday!”

“Told you she would accept you. Your mom loves you.”

“I know, thanks for listening though.”

“Anything for my first girlfriend.”

“Careful, I might actually hold you to that! I gotta go, but double date soon?”

“You live in London!”

“So? Okay I really gotta go! Bye Dunkie! Tell your princess I said hi!”

Ashley hangs up on the call leaving Duncan slightly annoyed, but not really. He was about to apologize to Courtney, but she stops him. There was no need, besides the pizza was getting cold.

Three-

If being on a reality show taught Courtney anything was that she shouldn’t be surprised at anything. Still, she was caught off guard when she bumped into Chef Hatchet on her daily run through the park. She was even more thrown off when she sees that he’s not alone. He had six kids with him. He lets them take their hands off the walking rope as long as they promise to stay within the playground. The children all nodded yes then ran off towards the slides and swings.

“Courtney? Is that you?”

“Chef? What are you doing here?”

“Just taking the daycare kids on an outing. They’re repairing our playground, so I thought it would be nice to take the kids to the park.”

“Daycare kids?”

“Yeah! I’m a daycare teacher now.”

She must be in an alternate reality, there’s no way Chef Hatchet could be around children voluntarily. Especially with half the shit he helped pull on Total Drama, no sane person would hire the man.

“I can see you’re confused, but this is my true calling!”

“No offense Chef, but are you okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

“I’m perfectly fine, Courtney. I thought Duncan would have told you already.”

“Duncan?”

“Yeah, he was the one to convince me I needed to do something different.”

“Wait, Duncan told you to quit and you actually listened?”

“He gives pretty good advice, that kid’s a good listener. I’ve never been happier.”

“What exactly did he say to you?”

“Just that even I deserve to be happy and to give it a chance.”

One of the kids starts crying and Chef is immediately on the move. It’s a strange sight, but Chef is extremely patient with the child and soon the little one is off running again. Who would have thought?

Four-

Courtney was ready to go grab her second cup of coffee when her phone buzzes. It was a text from Heather. She was going to ignore it until she saw that her boyfriend’s name was mentioned.

Heather: I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Pass that message to Duncan. He still has my number blocked.

Courtney: How do you even have my number? Also why were you texting Duncan?

Heather: Your boyfriend’s the one who gave it to me. Also that’s none of your business.

Courtney: You made it my business when you texted me. What did you do?

Heather: I didn’t do anything… okay fine I bitched him out for being nosy.

Courtney: Um… what?

Heather: He was butting in on my relationship with Alejandro again.

Courtney: Are you sure we're talking about the same Duncan?

Heather: Okay fine. I may have bothered him about my relationship.

Courtney: … and why would you do that?

Heather: He’s honest and he’s not afraid to tell it to my face even if he knows I’ll get angry.

Heather: Look, just tell him I’m sorry and that Alejandro and I are okay now.

Duncan picks her up after work and she immediately wants to bring up the messages. She waits until they’re back at her place to say anything.

“How was work Princess?”

“Fine… um… so Heather says she’s sorry?”

He raises an eyebrow at that. He wasn’t expecting that either apparently.

“I told her to only talk to you in case of emergencies. I should have never given her your number, sorry Court.”

“Normally I would be angry, but I’m just curious now.”

“Heather’s been picking fights with Alejandro because she’s afraid of commitment. She found out we got back together, so she asked me how we did it. I told her that she was being stupid and that he clearly loves her. Somehow I end up listening to her break up and get back together with him only to break up again. This was only last month too.”

“Well, I guess they’re back together again. She told me I should tell you that too. Is that why you blocked her? Cause she was being too annoying?”

“No. She obviously loves the guy, she just needed someone to slap some sense into her. I’m surprised she apologized though.”

“Me too, guess she’s really changed. Are you going to unblock her? I think she genuinely feels bad.”

“She should after what she said.”

Courtney waits patiently to see if he would tell her, and just like last time, he does. There were no secrets between the two. Duncan just had a bad habit of forgetting to tell her things that he didn’t think was important.

“She said some shit about you and I got pissed.”

“Typical. Well I don’t care what she thinks. I can’t believe she would talk about me and expect me to help her.”

Her phone buzzes and she can’t help but roll her eyes at the message. It was from Heather again, unbelievable.

Heather: By the way, you’re both invited to my engagement party.

Five-

Courtney learned long ago that she could only count on herself. She learned that the hard way after she started drifting apart from her sister and her parents were no help. Admittedly, part of it is her fault too. They were always interested in different things, it was hard to find common ground.

Things started to change on her birthday. She gets a call from Cate and maybe it’s because they’re older now, but they reconnect. She’s grateful that she at least has one family member she can count on.

The two sisters become inseparable and they tell each other everything. Today was no different.

“I can’t stand him sometimes, but I love him.”

“He’s a good guy Court. You know, I still haven’t thanked him yet.”

“Thank him for what?”

“For bringing us together.”

“What are you going on about Cate?”

“While mom and dad were going through their divorce he reached out to me and asked how I was doing. He told me that you didn’t take it very well and he suggested that we talk about it. I put it off for months. I didn’t know what to say, but then it was your birthday and I knew this was my chance to say something without it being totally awkward. Now here we are.”

“He did that?”

“He did. He really loves you big sis. You picked a good one.”

She smiles at that. It’s true. She didn’t fall for a bad boy after all.

A bonus-

She used to think he ruined her life, turns out he made it so much better. Well, until now.

She almost hangs up at him when she got the phone call. The only reason she didn’t is because her stupid heart told her she still loves him. She really should’ve expected this. He went to juvie, he had a record, why wouldn’t he end up in jail again?

“Princess are you still there?”

“You wanna tell me why you’re locked up? Again!”

“How was I supposed to know I wasn’t allowed to walk inside?”

“The door was locked and it was someone else’s home!”

“Well they need a better security system, that was way too easy.”

“I’m going to hang up on you.”

“Wait! I’m kidding. Sorry, can you please just come bail me out.”

“I’ll think about it.”

She hangs up the phone then screams into the closest throw pillow. It was supposed to be their date night and now her date was in jail. He is never going to hear the end of this once she bails him out. She was all dressed up and now she was going to waste it by going to a detention center.

She was still fuming as she gave the address to the Uber driver. She didn’t even notice that she had arrived until the driver told her so. Except she was definitely not where she needed to be. She was in a neighborhood with nice houses up and down the block. Duncan must’ve given her the address of the house he broke into instead. Great. She was just about to figure out how to call Duncan back when the phone rings again.

“Are you here yet Princess?”

“I thought you only get one phone call.”

“I took another guy’s turn. Where are you at?”

“I’m at the house you tried to break into. You gave me the wrong address!”

“Shit. Sorry, it’s right down the street. Just cut across the park and you should be there.”

“You’re in so much trouble when I get there!”

She had to take a deep breath and calm herself before she started walking. He is so lucky she loves him.

When she enters the park, bright lights catch her attention. She wants to look away, but the path is along the lights. She stops when she reaches the bridge. There he was standing in the middle smiling at her. She heads toward him already asking a bunch of questions, but he doesn’t answer any of it. Instead he pulls her close and kisses her. When her eyes open he’s kneeling on the ground with a ring.

“Courtney, I love you. You’re my favorite girl and I know that everything that happened in my past lead me to you. I know I can be myself around you and still be accepted. We have our ups and downs, and I know I don’t deserve you, but I love you. There’s no one else I can count on without fear of judgement. You’re my princess, marry me?”

“Yes! Of course it’s a yes! I love you too and that’s all that matters.”

She brings him up to kiss him again then he slips the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.

“You know, you really had me worried.”

“I’m not dumb enough to get caught. I left that life behind me anyways.”

“No, not that. I was worried that you were going to lose your good reputation.”

“Did I scare you that badly? My reputation is anything but good Court.”

“Oh I don’t know Dunkie, I think there are a few people who would say otherwise.”

A/N- There probably could’ve been a better title... anyways, 5 times Courtney finds out Duncan changes someone’s life for the better and the one time he changes her life for the better. (Alternatively you can say that she changes his life for the bonus as well).

#duncney #inspo credit #hope you like it! #thx for getting me back into writing for a bit