#with or without powers he will lift her off the ground haha
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Hope: *gives declaration of her love for Landon*
Landon: *lifts Hope up into the air*
#legaciesedit#legacies#handon#handonedit#hope mikaelson#landon kirby#hope x landon#2x11#3x03#legacies parallels#legacies gifs#addys-beth#my edit#my gifs#with or without powers he will lift her off the ground haha
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Christmas Special
Note: GRAH ATTACK 💥 (3/4) TW: none…?
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Thomas felt indifferent about Christmas. Hearing the music, seeing the decorations, receiving presents, everything just seemed dull to him. On Christmas Day, he found himself doing business as he always does, sometimes incorporating a little Christmas spirit within the missions he set people out on. For this holiday season, however, he found himself completely burnt out of ideas. All his underlings had families to attend to and he was left all alone to think about the next big project he should commit to. Killing the mayor didn’t seem too bad. Maybe eliminating a few drug dealers here and there too.
“Boss!” Max bubbled, bursting inside his office with a bright smile on his face. It appeared he was wearing a brand new coat with nicely tailored clothes and styled hair, unlike his usual donation store outfits Thomas dragged on. “I wanted to drop off your present before I go get my Christmas photos done with my brother!”
Tripping on his untied laces and collapsing onto the floor face-first, Max found himself in the same predicament he’s always in. Blood leaked from his nose as he struggled to get back up and hand him the now ripped-up box.
Thomas chuckled. “Are you saying you came to give me a present on Christmas Eve? What, are you stupid?”
“Haha, maybe! Heyyy, where’s Freddy, Charlie, and David? They’re usually in here too!”
“They’re with their families, Max.”
“Then why aren’t you with yours?”
The innocent question left a bad taste in Thomas’s mouth. With a sigh, he helped the boy off the ground and tied his shoes for him. He noticed that they were still the same old dirty ones he always wore, clashing with the rest of his nice clothes. It was almost funny to look at before he realized that Max truly thought he looked his best. That, again, left a bad taste lingering.
Max giggled and spun around. “Do you like my new coat? My big brother got it for me!”
“…Yeah, it’s nice.” Thomas mustered out the compliment, despite wanting to punch him in the stupid face more than anything right now. He couldn’t believe how naïve and innocent he really was. In a way, it almost frightened him to see. A man like that is no man at all. Max wasn’t a man.
And yet, Max was a greater person than Thomas could ever hope to be. With no power, no wealth, and no strength, he still outlived Thomas without lifting a pinkie. It made him sick to his stomach to think about.
“Thanks! C’mon, open your present now!”
“Go home, Max.”
“Huh? But you—!”
“I said go home. You’re on break, go home and hang out with your older brother. When you get back, I’ll put you on a mission that’ll make you regret bothering me.”
Max smiled with gaping teeth prominently displayed for him. “Merry Christmas, Thomas! Make sure you go home and have some fun with your family too!”
And with that, he marched out of the building and back into the arms of his older brother.
Thomas stood in silence for a while. Not because he wished the interaction would have played out differently, but because he couldn’t do anything else. If he went home, he’d have to face his father who wanted him to go visit his biological mother at the mental asylum. If he didn’t, he’d end up having to spend the night here and hope that he had enough wood to keep the furnace going. Neither of the options was adequate. So he had to think of a new option. A new place he could stay.
That’s when his grand idea struck him.
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“My m-mom said I have to be home by midnight, so I have to go,” Sam explained, adding another kiss upon his girlfriend’s head on the front porch. Although she wanted him to stay overnight, he knew better than to keep his mother worrying. “I love you, Riley. I’ll see yuh…yuh…you in a few days, okay?”
With a disappointed sigh, Riley forced a smile and gave him one final hug for the night. “Okay. Goodnight, Sam. Merry Christmas…”
Riley watched as he got into his car and drove off into the snowy night, her smile completely dropping now that he was gone. She wished he could’ve stayed just a little bit longer so that she wouldn’t have to feel so lonely. Then again, she knew better than to be so selfish. Sam was finally going to visit his father after months of not seeing him, of course he wanted to get home earlier to catch his flight in the morning.
But even then…
Entering the house, she came face to face with her sister’s drunk boyfriend holding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Apparently he was taking a smoke break from the endless amount of sex they’ve been having nonstop since he’s arrived. She glared at him as he trudged by with his head hanging.
“Fucking creep,” Riley thought to herself with gritting teeth. “He gotta be at least ten years older than her.”
Before she reached the staircase that led up to her room, she crossed her mother’s pass. She was watching TV on the couch with curlers in her hair and an opened bottle of alcohol gripped in her hand. Riley knew better than to lock eye contact with her. Whenever she was drunk like that, it was practically a death sentence. Behind the sofa, however, sat Jack and their father hanging up a few more ornaments on the tree. From the looks of it, Riley could tell her father was at least tipsy. He tended to be happier that way.
“Rileyyy, did Sam already leave?” He hummed, holding Jack up so he could place a shiny ornament on one of the highest boughs. She nodded in response. “Awh, that’s a bummer. I was hoping he’d stay a little longer.”
“He couldn’t leave his mom alone for that long,” Riley explained briefly, “her nurse is on vacation right now and they have a flight to catch in the morning.”
“You wanna help decorate the tree?”
“Maybe after I put my pajamas on.”
“Okayyy.”
Riley chuckled to herself a little. He had definitely drunk too much. Jack didn’t seem to notice, still jumping in his lap and messing with him despite his obvious intoxication. Their father didn’t seem to mind though. He simply tickled the little boy and laughed, rocking him back and forth in his arms.
It wasn’t until her mother stood from the couch that the happiness Riley once inhabited drained from her body. She kept her head down and rushed up the steps, hoping that she wouldn’t be a victim to her mother’s drunk wrath. It appeared she was too tired to go after her anyways.
Upon arrival in her bedroom, she let out a deep sigh. It just wasn’t the same without Sam being there to entertain her. At this time of night, he’d usually be hiding in the closet and watching her get ready for bed. It was cute whenever she felt his eyes on her. Even cuter when he thought she didn’t know he was there. Nevertheless, the closet was completely empty and no sign of a pretty boy wanting to keep her company.
Pulling out her favorite pair of pajamas and laying them across the bed, she prepared herself to get changed and go back downstairs to help her father out. It wasn’t until she buttoned up her fleece pajama shirt that she heard an unfamiliar sound of tapping at her window. There was absolutely no way Sam was back already to visit, right? A helpless sense of hope began building inside her as she approached the window, praying that he had changed his mind and wanted to stay even longer.
She was a little more than shocked to see Thomas instead.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Riley snapped, opening her window so that he could hear her better.
“I’m taking a job for Santa, duh.”
Before she managed to slam the window shut on his face, he grabbed the latch and ensured it was impossible to do so. Riley took a few steps backward and pulled out her knife, aiming it toward his face. He was totally unphased by the empty threat as he crawled into her bedroom.
“I’m gonna call Sam and he’s gonna beat your ass!” Riley fumed, backing away from his limp body that laid on the floor motionless. He let out what sounded like an annoyed groan before falling back into silence. “What, you gonna kidnap me again or something?”
“I never kidnapped you, don’t remember that, you’re lying. Just as all girls do…” He huffed, standing up and dusting himself off.
“Whenever you were taking that job for Sam, yes you fucking did!”
“Ohhh! You’re talking about whenever I got you two together! Aren’t I just the best Cupid?” Thomas swooned with a ring of mischievous laughter. “Awh, are you still mad at me about thaaat? Cheer up, buttercup. I’ll give you a prize just to say sorry.”
Riley scoffed and lowered the blade, knowing that he meant no harm. “Are you high or something? You still didn’t answer why the fuck you’re here.”
Without another word, he tossed over a little box with a red bow on it. She caught it with one hand and examined it for a moment, raising her eyebrows in surprise. In her mind, she was going through every possible object that could be inside telling by the weight. Her heart raced whenever pondering the idea that he could have laced it with poison or that it could be a miniature bomb. Either way, her stomach twisted into tight knots.
“C’mon. Open it,” he coaxed her with a sly grin, plopping down on her bed as if he owned the place.
To test her theory, she approached him until she was in arm’s reach and ripped off the bow. He didn’t seem frightened that a bomb would go off, so that knocked that idea off the table. Next, she thought about the poison option before remembering that Thomas touched it with his bare hands. That was knocked off next.
Popping the lid off the box with a little to no effort, they locked eyes. For some reason, Riley noticed that his blue irises were holding just an ounce of life inside.
“…A remote?” Riley questioned, grabbing the tiny device with one hand and examining the buttons. Each and every one had a different color to display what they did.
“Yep!” He hopped off the mattress, grabbing her hands into his own. Her eyes widened. For some reason, she felt a slight tinge of heat rise to her face. “It’s a remote that controls all the explosives I have around Woodlyn! Wanna press one?”
Her heart nearly stopped. Realizing how deadly this small device truly was, she wanted him to move far from it. However, if she were to make a wrong move there, who knows what he’d be capable of doing. There was no telling what buildings or locations were wired or not. For all she knew, Sam’s apartment could possibly be blown away just from a single tap of one of these buttons.
“Thomas…” Her voice wavered a little to her dismay. She knew just how much he enjoyed hearing her upset. “Can you tell me what ignites what? Who knows. Maybe one of these buttons is for my own damn house.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“How would I know?”
He paused for a long while, his icy eyes drifting away from hers. Then, a sudden smile appeared on his face. “Isn’t it obvious?”
Snatching the remote from her and pressing a random button with his thumb, Thomas held it high above his head so she wouldn’t be able to stop him. Her eyes widened with fear as she realized that he could’ve easily killed someone she cared about, reaching for the remote in a pathetic attempt to seize the fire. That’s when she heard it.
Although it sounded like a gunshot from far away, she knew damn well that whatever button he just pressed blew a building up across town. That was the North side of Woodlyn — In other worlds, where all the bitchy rich bastards lived. Sam didn’t live anywhere near there. Therefore, she didn’t care who it was he just killed.
“Quit it! I’m not fucking around!”
“What? You didn’t like that bitch anyway!”
“I know how shit like this ends with you! Now stop it or I’ll fucking kill—!”
“Riley.”
Reeling back from him silently, she released his arm and gave up on trying to grab it for a moment or two. She wasn’t sure what it was but hearing that tone in his voice made her feel little again. It was almost like a hypnotic dream.
His expression had shifted from playful into serious in a few seconds flat. Either way, it was hard to deny that he wasn’t attractive. The way he looked at her sent chills through her body.
“You’re okay. None of these buttons will hurt someone you love.” His voice sounded surreal. Riley furrowed her eyebrows and simply glared at him. He continued. “Not a single person knows of it. Not even David, Charlie, or Freddy. I made it just for you. So…keep it a secret, okay?”
She wasn’t sure what to make of his statement or why he’d trust her more than any of those who worked for him. Either way, whenever he handed her the remote back, a sense of duty was placed on her. She understood that this must be actually serious. Although, she didn’t like the idea of being involved with Thomas’s organization.
“…Alright. Whatever.”
Thomas’s smile made a reappearance as he embraced her tightly. “Awh, you’d really do that for me? You’re the best, Riley!”
All of the emotion she felt before dissolved back into a ball of irritation. “Get the fuck off me, manwhore! I don’t know where you’ve been! Seriously, get off! I don’t want diseases!”
He backed away from her with a proud grin and placed his hands on his waist. “My second present for you is…my dick! Wanna suc—?”
“If you whip that shit out, I will end your fucking life.”
“Hahahah! I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Can I stay over though?”
“No.”
“Riley, have some Christmas spirit!”
“You’re right. You can sleep in Harley’s dog house. Merry Christmas!”
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Power Armor Punch Thirty Eight
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Nick: *looking between the man and the little boy* Either you knew at one point personally, doll? *quickly pauses the memory just to get some insight*
Jasmines Thoughts: “Haha, the poor man had no idea who I was. He was just one of those people who had to learn the hard way that I was a human cannon who slingshot everywhere with no regard that I may get hurt...” (Somberly) “The boy... Donovan, or Donny as we all called him… Hehe, my first kiss technically speaking. I’d rather it be him than everyone else, it was an innocent gesture although I did punch him in response. He was such a good friend, very funny and good at doing mocking impressions.”
Nick: *soft smile at the confession before resuming the memory*
Jasmine: (Agilely bolting around the families and kids lining the playground, heading straight for the main play structor with the slides and poles. She goes up the ladder and stairs to reach the biggest slide, but instead of going down it like a normal kid would do, she instead climbs on top of it to access the dome that shades the play structure and scales that instead)
Young Man: (Still watching with wide eyes as he follows Jasmine, wondering why no one else seems to mind that the small girl could fall at any moment from such a high place) “Who’s child is that?!?” (Looks around for anyone that bares a resemblance to the kid but to no avail)
Jasmine: (Braces onto the fake flag at the very top of the dome, looking down at all the other people of the park) “IM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!!!” (With that announcement, she throws up one hand and she does a little showy spin)
Nick: *strides up next to the man without looking at him. Tired dad voice* Unfortunately? Mine... *tired sigh* And I can't do anything to stop her.... *Watching the rambunctious Jas twirl on the pole above the slide recklessly*
Lilac: (Looks up from her sandcastle at her wildcat of a younger sister, blinking casually before returning to her game of princesses and dinosaurs with Cosmos)
Donovan and Jie: (Still swinging in the wind)
Jasmine: (Yelling at the top of her lungs) “WeEeEeEeE!” (Let’s go of the flagpole and runs down the side of the dome, jumping off with her arms swinging about as she lands back onto the earth in a crouched position)
Young Man: (Mumbling) “Good golly…”
Everyone Else: (Still not batting an eye to it all, most didn’t even glance up when she yelled loud to wake up a whole city)
Jasmine: (Shoots back upright with the biggest grin as she pats off any dust off her clothes)
Young Man: (Still staring, completely dumbfounded)
Jasmine: (Notices him staring and she gives a friendly wave) “Hi!”
Young Man: (Awkwardly waves back) “Uh, hi…? Are you-?”
Jasmine: “Yaaaaaaaa!!!!” (And she’s back to running around the playground like a maniac on a sugar high, still swiftly dodging anyone who gets in her way. She sets her sights on the monkey bars next, hoisting herself up with ease and hanging upside down by her knees while swinging in the wind with a fit of giggles)
Nick: I'm surprised she didn't try a flip. *having flashbacks to all the times Lucille's jumped off a roof in her power armor as a "short cut"*
Jasmine: (Jumps down from the monkey bars with a small flip) “Eieeyaaaa!!!!” (She sprints over to the field behind the park and starts doing long lines of flips, cartwheels and summersaults on the plushness of the soft grass. For a six year old, it’s quite impressive and a sight to behold, her feathery feet barely touch the ground while she tumbles about. To end each line of tricks, she does a perfect splits then lifts herself into a handstand position and performs a backflip onto her feet before starting again)
Nick: *starting to think if life had gone differently, she would have been a gymnast*
Jasmine: (Plops onto the ground so she is laying on her back with her curls splattered under her and her face glowing brightly in the sunshine. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath as another crisp breeze blows over her, not quite tired yet or even breaking a sweat, she just wants to enjoy the peaceful moment. One hand drapes over her stomach while the other toys with the blades of grass and dandelions around her)
Nick: *pauses the memory right there. He hardly sees his daughter like this- carefree, happy, as an actual child... He wants to keep that moment right there in his own memory permanently*
Jasmine: (Just laying there with those sparkling childlike eyes she sometimes gets during a rare moment. Except here it’s always there and rarely leaves, an opposite of today. But still, it’s a sign that under that tangle of darkness the little flower that she is here is still blooming)
Nick: *blinks almost sadly as he continues the memory if there's much left to it*
Jasmine: (Finally gets up and tramples over to the sandpit where Jie and Donovan have joined Lilac and Cosmos)
Lilac: (Eyes her younger sister up and down when she returns from her hyper rush) “You done with your zoomies, Rosie?”
Jasmine: (Nods her head eagerly, still bubbling with energy) “YEAH!!” (Notices that the castle her siblings had made is now squished, making her frown a little and tilt her head) “Oh no, what happened?”
Lilac: (Brushing off Cosmos‘s pants) “He sat on it by accident.”
Jie: (Kneeling in the sandpit, running her hands through the piles of sand) “Poor villagers…”
Donovan: (Nods his head, brushing off a plastic dinosaur that has its paint chipped and deeply faded)
Jasmine: (Sarcastically with much dramatic vocals) “Their lives will forever be deeply cherished and missed in our hearts…” (Bows her head with an overly done sigh, grinning a little)
Donovan: (Also bows his head with the most overly done sigh. He opens his mouth to add a few words to the inside joke, but erupts into a roaring fit of laughter followed by the rest of the older kids)
Cosmos: (Tugs on his sister overalls) “Ro-Ro, I'm hungry…” (It sounds more like he says Woe-Woe in his toddler talk…. Adorable!!)
Jasmine: (Ruffles his hair before turning to Donovan) “Donny, you brought your share, right?”
Donovan: (Picking up the toys he had brought and placing them in a backpack) “Yup.” (Pats his pocket that’s stuffed with dollar bills)
Lilac: (Holds up her purple plastic purse) “And I’ve got ours.”
Jie: (Points to her own pocket) “I have mine!”
Nick: Now what are you kids planning...? *almost a mischievous grin at them discussing what seems to be funds for lunch*
Jasmine: (Snatches Cosmos‘s hand in hers, waving to the other with her free arm) “C’mon guys, let’s go get our food cause it’s a long walk.”
Lilac and Jie: (Join hands with one another before Jie takes Donovan’s hand)
Donovan: (Holds his hand out for Jazzy’s free one)
Jasmine: (Has a mischievous smile as she takes it) “Okay… You may hold my hand, but no surprise kisses this time Donny!” (Squeezes his little hand with hers)
Lilac: (Snorts from her nose and rolls her eyes at her sister)
Jie: (Grins a toothy grin) “Hahaha!”
Cosmos: (Has no idea why they are laughing, but he starts giggling anyways)
Donovan: (Goes cherry red at his cheeks and ears from Jazzy’s teasing. He merely nods his head silently, looking away from her and their joined hands in embarrassment)
Nick: *simply follows the group as they go along for lunch*
Jasmine: (Leads the way from the park, setting their course for their favorite sub joint on the other side of town. The group of kids walk down the streets of their town, politely nodding their heads to anyone who was friendly enough to flash a smile. If a bad egg happened to frown in disgust, they were met with Jas either scowling, or pointing out their rude behavior)
Donovan: (While kicking a rock) “You think we can afford an extra sandwich this time?”
Jie: (Shakes her head) “I don’t think so, I barely brought enough to pay for my share and I might be a few dollars short.”
Lilac: (Kindly) “Sometimes they have a sale, and if we cross our fingers maybe they’ll be nice and give us a discount. Otherwise we can just split it smaller like always. It’s no big deal.”
Jasmine: (Opens her mouth to add something into the conversation, but she suddenly slows down and squints in the distance at something that caught her eye)
Lilac: (Stops and looks at her sister) “Rosie-Posie? What’s the matter?”
Jie and Donovan: (Try to see what she is staring at, but can’t seem to figure it out so they look at each other, then at Jasmine)
Dark Figure: (Peers out from an alleyway of a building at the group from ahead, watching them intently)
Jasmine: (Narrows her eyes and tugs her group towards the road, bringing Jamie protectively to her side and holding Donny’s hand tighter) “Let’s cross here.”
The Kids: (Follow along without a word, holding onto one another tightly while they look both ways and cross)
Dark Figure: (Slinks back into the shadows)
Jasmine: (Watches the alleyway from the corner of her eye when they pass)
Nick: *noticed the figure, as well... he's really hoping that doesn't turn back up in the memory- she's endured enough stress for one lounger session*
Jasmine: (After a few blocks, she relaxes her grip and hold on her friends and siblings, figuring it’s safe now that they are in a busier part of town. Moments like that are just how it is in these parts, good thing she could avoid them)
Cosmos: (Jumping up and down as they walk) “Nooka Coola! Nooka Coola! Nooka Coola!”
Lilac: (Watches her little brother hop up and down like a bunny) “Wait ‘till he finds out there is a whole park dedicated to Nuka Cola.”
Jasmine: “And that it cost an arm and a leg just to go for one day, not including food and all the other stuff.”
Donovan: (Sighs) “Even if we break all our piggybanks and combined all our money, we still wouldn’t be able to go!”
Jie: (Rolls her eyes) “Hector and Damien get to go every year, and they both make sure we get to hear all about it.”
Donovan: (Lets go of Jie’s hand and covers his nose so his voice sounds more nasally) “Hi my name is Dumb-Dumb Damien and this is my annoying butt-headed brother Hector. We are so rich that they let us into the park for free because we are better than everyone else.”
Jasmine: (Crinkles her nose at the mention of those boys) “Yeah well, I betcha that they get mistaken for escaped gorillas whenever they set foot into the safari zone.”
(This promptly sends the group into another rage of childish giggles, the section ending there with all the kids laughing and smiling hand in hand)
Nick: I'd say that's a good enough memory to end off on... *nods up at the sky to give Amari the go ahead, ending the session. He blinks and suddenly he's in the memory den again, he lifts the lid and takes a moment to reorient himself*
Amari: Easy- even with the lightest memories there can be some confusion after the session.
Nick: *nods* Thanks, doc. *slowly getting out of the pod* Might be best to tell her to keep her eyes closed.
Amari: *already opening Jas's pod, instructing her to do so already*
Jasmine: (Immediately shrieks when she is brought back into reality and she crosses her arms over her chest with a knife in hand and her ankles locked together. She keeps her eyes shut while her mind races to process everything that just occurred, her eyes misting a bit from the sweet memories)
Nick: *next to Amari* Hey, Rosie. It's alright... Take a moment to breathe. I'll be right here when you're ready to go.
Jasmine: (Removes her arms from around herself and wipes her eyes with her hands when she hears Nick, opening them to look at him as she trembles) “………” (She suddenly launches from the lounger and grabs onto Nick, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so she is clinging to him like a koala bear while she sobs something inaudible into his coat)
Nick: *stumbles back a bit but maintains his footing. He hesitates a moment, thrown off by the sudden reaction, then pats her back with his exposed hand* Okay, kiddo. We'll go. *uses his other hand to fish out about 30 caps from his pocket and kind of hands them to Amari* Here. For the trouble.
Amari: Keep it. These sessions are usually, as Hancock says, off the books. Besides it looks like you'll be needing it more for her sake.
Nick: That's awfully kind of you, Amari. *turns away to carry his daughter out the door*
Amari: *nods* Best of luck to you, Nicholas.
Nick: Same to you.
Jasmine: (Buries her face in the collar of his coat while the waves of grief and overwhelming beams of hope from the past memories smack at her. She almost worried that seeing them again would make her hopeless and spiral into despair… but it actually did the opposite in a way) (Quietly) “I love you so much…”
Nick: *warm smile at the teen* Love you too, doll. *rubs her back as they leave the memory den* Oh look, we seem to have gotten a full night's rest- well close to one, anyway. *noticing the hint of orange in the early morning sky*
Lucille: *stirring awake finding Geneveve absent from the room* Hm... I wonder if she left for the bar without me. *lays in bed blinking the sleep from her eyes*
Jasmine: (Quietly crying, but not in a way that’s out of control like earlier) (Softly) “I miss them….”
Nick: I know, doll... I know. *readjusting the bags on his other shoulder as they make their way to the hotel. He's about to go wake up Lucille*
Lucille: *Already very awake and gathering her things*
Jasmine: (Just hums sadly, keeping her eyes closed as she listens to his machinery whirl)
Nick: *Enters the Rexford hotel*
Lucille: *already running down the stairs* Oh- you guys already checked out?
Nick: I was just about to. *reaches in his pocket and tosses Lucille the room keys* But you can do it for us.
Lucille: What about Jas? Won't she need a bed?
Nick: Eh. Figured we're heading out soon. Going to take her by the office above the memory den but I couldn't just walk off with the keys*
Jasmine: (Actually dozing off a little, their conversation barely registering while she dances back on the edge of sleep)
Lucille: Alright. I'll be off to check on Gen. Hope Jas rests well. *starts walking to the reception desk*
Nick: Hope so, too. *walks out of the hotel and makes his way back to the Memory den- he keys in a code on the number pad next to the elevator in the alleyway and strolls right in*
Jasmine: (Let’s go of Nick momentarily so she toss some of her hair out of her face, clinging back to him immediately after she’s done)
Nick: *carries her into the small office with an even smaller bathroom. A ladder is propped up next to a glass door and half of the room are encased by scratched up bullet proof glass windows. He sets her on the black couch near his desk, then the bags, then himself in the rolling chair* Get some rest, doll... we've got a long journey ahead of us after today.
Lucille: *enters the mostly empty Third Rail and hears what sounds like someone singing scales. She walks past Ham and enters the vip area*
Magnolia: Surprisingly decent range for a Gen 2 voice module.
Lucille: So you say, but you're good friends with the famed Nick Valentine. Who's exactly a Gen 2.
Magnolia: He's an outlier, sweetheart.
Lucille: Well it's the same type of voice module- I've checked.
Geneveve: I take it I did well then?
Magnolia: You're a little rough around the edges but with some work, you might be able to cut it on stage.
Lucille: Does that mean-
Magnolia: Yes- but it'll take time. *to the newly hired singer* You should count yourself lucky, Geneveve. You at least have a place to stay in the office over there above the Memory Den while everyone's away.
Lucille: I'll be sure to give you the code to the door.
Geneveve: *covering her mouth giddily. If her eyes could sparkle, they would. Instead they glow a bright purple* This is wonderful. Thank you both for this chance.
Jasmine: (Whimpers and cries out when she feels that her dad is no longer holding her, both of her hands going to cover her teary face in her half sleep) (Mumbling desperately) “Daddy, don’t leave me here please! Don’t leave me alone…” (Rubbing her face while she starts to sob) “Don’t leave me please… I don’t wanna be alone again… Not again.”
Nick: Rosie- Kiddo, I'm not going anywhere. *rests a hand on her shoulder* I'm right here.
Lucille: Well, I'll leave you to the lessons.
Geneveve: Mama...? *suddenly sounds a bit worried*
Lucille: Yes, sweetie?
Geneveve: Please watch yourself out there. I don't want you to die...
Lucille: I will, Gen. I'm tougher than I look. *pulls out her sentry bot helmet and puts it on* Goodbye, you two... *leaves the VIP room*
Geneveve: *softly* Be safe...
Jasmine: (Shifts so she can reach out for his hand and she settles down when she hears his voice under the fogginess, breathing steadily)
Nick: *fishes Winnie out of the bag and hands it to her* Here you are, doll.
Hancock: *runs into Lucille* Word on the street is you're about to head out of town. You gonna be alright out there?
Lucille: Aw. Worried about me, Han?
Hancock: Why wouldn't I be? You're going out there without your power armor.
Lucille: I've survived without it before. I went solo wandering Nuka World that one time, remember?
Hancock: Yeah, after we cleared it out.
Lucille: Hancock, if you're that worried why don't you come with?
Hancock: I would be honored to but I've been away from Goodneighbor too long. She needs her mayor and I don't want people forgetting who runs this place- not in the authoritarian sense of course. Nah- what I'm offering is supplies. Ammo, some stims, and some food. *hands her a bag of caps*
Lucille: Very generous of you, Hancock.
Hancock: Hey, I'm a generous man. *makes a wide grandstanding gesture with his arms*
Lucille: Only problem is- shouldn't this go to the town?
Hancock: Considering I'm fully expecting you to buy from the locals? I'd say it counts.
Jasmine: (Snatches her stuffed bear from him and tucks it under her chin, finally dozing off with the comfort of warm memories wrapped around her and Dad close by)
Nick: *Carefully removes his hand so he can turn around to the type writer*
Jasmine: (Stays perfectly fast asleep, snuggling cutely with Winnie)
Nick: *starts typing up something- a novel it seems*
Lucille: *browsing through the wares at Kleo's shop, considering some stuff for modding. Figures Jas is going to need some armor and better weapons. Maybe a helmet, too. One that hides and protects her face.
Jasmine: (When she’s not wrangling around in her nightmares, she sleeps so motionlessly that one could say she’s dead. You can’t even hear/see that’s she’s actually breathing normally)
Nick: *softly humming the tune of that last lullaby her mother sang to her as he types*
Lucille: *remembers Jas's fighting style and goes for light armor... maybe a gas mask since it hides the face and is fairly light. Gets her a new dagger, too*
Jasmine: (Sleeping peacefully, somewhere deep in her dreams she can hear Nick humming that sweet and precious lullaby, making her feel even more relaxed)
Nick: *just keeps typing away and humming*
Lucille: *pays Kleo and walks over to Daisy's to buy some junk for modifications and food and medicine for the trip*
Jasmine: (Things are looking good for her right now, no nightmares or monsters seem to be on the horizon ready to taunt her already tortured soul. It should be written down as a miracle, really)
Lucille: *comes up the elevator and sets some freshly obtained supplies down for her companions* I have supplies.
Nick: *nods*
Lucille: How's the case going?
Nick: Oddly not much that hints at her being the original Nick's daughter, just a glimmer here and there. However, her family was pretty bad off.
Jasmine: (Still unmoving in her slumber despite there being a new presence in the room)
Nick: Also your father apparently chased her down a second time because she was wandering around town alone as a 9 year old.
Lucille: Wh-
Nick: And she outran him, too.
Lucille: Oh my god... *trying not to laugh*
Nick: Seems funny now but it really stressed her out at the time. He's a pretty intimidating looking man. Detective Rammstein, on the other hand...
Lucille: Detective who...?
Nick: Coworker with your father.
Lucille: Ah.
Jasmine: (Nuzzles closer to her teddy bear)
Nick: *turns away from his novel to talk to his partner* Turns out she's always been a real reckless firecracker with no regard to her safety... sound familiar?
Lucille: Hey, I'm not that reckless-
Nick: *gestures to her leather glove covered synth hand* My former right hand would disagree.
Lucille: *rolls her eyes under her helmet*
Nick: Anyway- she's always been the one to take charge even with someone older present. While living in the slums. It's no wonder she's so stubborn. *scratches at the left side of his head, just above his ear as he looks at his daughter*
Jasmine: (Has her face half hidden behind Winnie’s head with some runaway curls covering her eyes. She sprayed a special perfume on the bear a little while back, a flowery one that her mother had used. Although it’s been awhile, that faint scent is still there)
Nick: How can someone look so sweet asleep but have such a smart mouth...
Lucille: It's always the cute ones. *smirking under the helmet*
Nick: *takes off the Silver Shroud coat and armor, revealing his dingy white dress shirt and suspenders. Drapes the jacket over Jas and tucks the folded Silver scarf under her head gently* I'll give her another hour or so to rest...
Jasmine: (Also snuggles into Nicks coat the moment it’s draped over her, a small beautiful smile blooming on her face under the coils while she continues to slumbers like an angel)
Nick: *turns to the type writer again* Sleep well, doll... *starts to type again*
Jasmine: (She’ll need this rest that’s she’s getting for later, who knows when she can have a good sleep streak like this again)
Lucille: *sits and carefully inspects her Ghoul slaying knife, Stabby*
Nick: *keeps silently typing at his desk*
[An hour passes]
Jasmine: (Slowly stirs awake when her body alerts her it’s time to get up. She peeps open her big brown eyes and moves the curls from her face, looking around with confusion and a little worry until she spots Nick sitting nearby)
Nick: *still typing away*
Lucille: *now cleaning her ripper. Softly to it* There we are... nice and clean...
Jasmine: (Blinks rapidly a few times to help herself wake up, humming softly to let Dad know she’s awake while she rubs her face)
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The elemental chapter 4
Jen hummed as she sat on top of the RV watching Max train Gwen. He had built a rather interesting obstacle course launching cans and tires at Gwen. Jen looked around and saw barely anyone in sight so she decided to have some fun. She walked around the RV out of sight and to a pile of pebbles she made.
Brownish orange veins spread onto Jen's body and she moved her finger making the pebbles rise. Jen began to toss the pebbles without touching them. Jen moved the pebbles up and down then left and right then someone cleared their throat.
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"Jen, how many times do I have to tell you not to use your bending?" Max asked while driving. Jen groaned "but Grandpa I have this power why can't I use it?" Jen whined and Gwen groaned. "Geez, can we not have this conversation again doofus?" Gwen said and Jen stormed to the back.
Max sighed 'I hope she understands one of these days.' Max thought. Then as if the universe wanted things not bad but worse the RV started to break down. Max frowned "this is not what I need." max said as they headed for the nearest town.
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The Tennysons pulled into a town to get repairs but the place was empty. "it's a ghost town." Jen said and Gwen smirked, "yeah, just like your head nothing there haha." Gwen said and Jen frowned. Gwen kept mocking and Jen eventually walked away.
Max just happened to look up at that point and see Jen walking away. "Gwen, go with Jen to" "Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid or use her bending, I'm on it." Gwen then walked off after Jen.
Jen had found her way to the old mine and admired the craftsmanship. "this place is really old school." Jen muttered sounding out of breath. Jen began to fan herself it was rather hot in the mine and Jen's dress wasn't helping. "need to get this off." Jen said and unbuttoned the top of her dress then pulled it down wrapping the sleeves around her waist.
"good thing I always wear a tank top under my dress but maybe I could wear shorts as well so I could fully take my dress off," Jen said and continued to walk deeper into the mines. "hey, wait for me doofus!" Jen turned to see Gwen and she pouted at her presence.
Gwen approached and was about to say something but the two were suddenly ambushed by an alien. They both screamed and ran as the alien chased after them. "Gwen, go alien!" Jen cried trying to keep up with her cousin. Gwen was quick and transformed into ghost freak then flew away leaving Jen behind.
"Gwen, what the heck!?" Jen called before she tripped over a rock. Jen slid across the ground and scraped the side of her face, arm, and leg. "gotcha brat!" the alien said as it pounced on Jen and lifted her in the air. "well, you will be perfect bait." the alien said but then noticed the veins on Jen's body.
Jen threw a hand up raising a rock pillar and hit the alien in the face. "ARGH!" the alien growled in pain and Jen took the chance to run.
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As Jen was running she saw the RV speeding toward her. Max spun the wheel turning the RV to its side and Gwen threw the door open. Jen jumped in and collapsed onto her knees by the door. "are you ok Jen?" Gwen asked as they drove off and Jen became upset at this.
"Why did you leave me like that?" Jen asked and Gwen became panicked. "I tried to grab you," Gwen argued but she knew it was a lie. Jen frowned "no, no Gwen you did not try and grab me." Jen said and Max decided to bud in. "what is important is that you are safe, and did the alien say anything?" Max asked and Jen pouted. "it said something about using me as bait." Jen said then headed to the back.
Jen lay on her bed and watched the ceiling with a stinging pain in her arm. Jen raised her arm and looked, her eyes widened seeing a big purple mark on her arm where the alien grabbed her. Jen sighed and sat up to put the top part of her dress on then there was a thud on the roof. Jen heard a chainsaw and quickly rushed to the front and saw a new alien.
"Who is that?" Jen asked and received a snarl. The alien aimed a blaster at Gwen who put her hand up and braced herself. However, the blast never hit and Gwen opened her eyes to see a pink forcefield in front of her. Jen stared in awe "How did you do that?" Jen asked but didn't get an answer.
Max slammed the brakes sending the alien flying into the road. Max hit the gas and ran the alien over but the RV stopped. He got out and saw the tires had been slashed by the alien. The girls ran out and gasped seeing they had no way to escape.
"come on." Max quickly grabbed them and started running to an old mine. They hid behind a wall and Jen peeked out and saw nothing "I think we are safe." she said. Suddenly the alien from earlier appeared and Gwen growled "you are like a bad luck charm!" Gwen yelled and dialed into the watch. "Max grabbed Jen and pushed her towards the exit "go to the RV where it is safe." He said then ran to help Gwen.
Jen went running back in but her grandpa stopped her "NOW!" Max yelled. Jen growled with angry tears and ran towards the RV "I wish I hadn't come on this trip!" she screamed as the wind picked up. "ALL I WANT TO DO IS BE A HERO LIKE GWEN!!!" Jen screamed as a giant sphere of air formed around her. Jen was lifted off the ground and at least 80 feet as the sphere grew.
Before Jen knew it she had created a sandstorm so strong the RV turned onto its side. Jen screamed in anger and the wind free stronger spreading the storm. "AHHHHHH!! WHY WHY WHY?" Jen screamed before she blacked out.
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Jen sat with her head down receiving another lecture from Max. "what were you think? Just look at the RV this will take forever to fix." Max said fuming. Jen gripped the skirt part of her dress "I'm-I'm sorry." she said while crying. Max pinched the bridge of his nose "sorry doesn't fix the RV." Max said before walking away.
Jen thought things couldn't get worse until sunscreen was dumped on her head. Gwen laughed with pink energy around her hands "best day ever." she said then walked away. Jen bit her lip and then covered her face with her hands.
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Out in space, an alien overlord watched Jen "hmmm, interesting." he said with a new desire.
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The dragon prince - Ft Diavolo part 8
part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7
Obey me! Monster tales masterlist
tw: dragon death
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The firedragon lets out several angry roars. It looks like she is feeling betrayed.
The fire dragon then readies herself to spit fire. I get into a defensive stance to avoid it.
Diavolo doesn't even flinch. Without hesitation his massive claws attack her jugular and cleanly cut her head off.
My eyes go wide. Such raw power.
The large fire dragon hits the ground.
I put my sword away and go to the massive corpse.
Diavolo looks at the dead dragon. I'm unsure what to do for him right now. So I simply put a hand on his large and scaly front leg.
He looks at me. I can see confusion in his eyes. "Aren't you scared now?"
"No. You did what you had to do. And besides you are you,just a bit bigger." I smile and playfully slap his arm.
Diavolo chuckles. "You are a strange one."
"You are the one to talk. Should we bury her?" I look at the massive body. It never even occurred to me to bury them.
"No dragons just leave their dead for others to feed upon them." He speaks softly. "Let's return to the village."
"Alright, just let me pray for her for a moment." No matter what she did. This is still a lost life.
Diavolo calmly waits for me. Probably with his own thoughts.
"I'm done now. Let's return." After a bit I return to him.
"So you want a ride or walk?" Diavolo offers me his back.
"As tempted as I am, I think the villagers won't be happy about that." I decline him politely.
"Too bad, but maybe next time." Diavolo turns into his human form once again.
By now I'm used to seeing this.
It's strange how fast it has become normal for me.
I wonder what it will take for others to come to this point.
Dragons living with humans is becoming something that I can see.
I start to turn around when Diavolo stops me.
"We can take a shortcut." He is seemingly not interested in taking the long trip over the mountains again.
"There is a shortcut and you didn't tell me?" I glare at him, feeling pretty offended.
He lifts his hands in a defensive manner. "I apologize, but I wanted to get to know you better." He looks at me with puppy dog eyes.
I sigh deeply. "I'll forgive you but only this once." Without his little deception we probably wouldn't be as close as we are now. So I can't really fault him.
Diavolo shows me the hidden path.
"How did you even know about this?" It seems strange since this isn't his territory.
"I played here often when I just hatched." Diavolo smiles, seemingly remembering his playful days.
I giggle at the thought. "I'm sure you were adorable."
"Haha most people called me impressive, but I can imagine how you would call me adorable." Diavolo laughs in a heartfelt manner. It seems he has returned to normal.
I feel great relief at that.
"Impressive is definitely one way I'd describe you. Along with being bold and maybe a bit brazen." I laugh.
"Really? Brazen? Not cool or awesome?" He seems a bit dejected.
"Maybe you'll earn a cute, if you keep pouting." I giggle playfully and run away from him.
"Hey, you're not running away!" Diavolo laughs.
It feels right to have such innocent fun with him. It's very playful.
One could argue that we are flirting. Wait, am I flirting?
With my duty done I feel something surfacing that I had ignored so far.
Well, I better forget about that for now.
There is still one more thing to do.
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Amethyst - Chapter twenty-seven
"Zelda, use Hydro Cannon!" I commanded. Zelda proceeded to shoot a powerful stream of water at the door, to no avail.
"Haha, that's so stupid." Danny giggled. "See why it's always important to switch up your teams?"
I groaned in annoyance. "Don't patronise me, Danny. You were dumb enough to get yourself locked up in here too, in case you'd forgotten."
"I thought I could take down one of those Hitmonlees, yet THREE of them spawned out of nowhere! How was I supposed to see that coming?!" Danny protested.
"Danny, you're denser than a Geodude. Y/N is trying his/her best." Lisa spoke up in my defence.
"Uhhh... do you guys think this place is always as dark as this?" Mackenzie spoke up, visibly shaking. After all, we only had Chandelure to light up the dungeon. We looked up to see there were several spiders, both small and large, crawling and swinging between the webs on the ceiling and walls.
Mackenzie then proceeded to damage my ears beyond repair. "ARRRGGHH SPIDERSS!!! ARCEUS SAVE US!!!" He clutched his head in his hands and hunched over like a frightened hermit.
"Ugh, my EARDRUMS!" Danny complained.
Lisa walked towards the door and positioned herself in a boxing stance. "Stand back, kids! I'm about to transform into a steel type and bust this door open!"
"That's not a very good idea, Lisa," Mackenzie spoke up as he lifted his head slowly from his defensive position.
Danny then turned to him with a raised brow. "Oh, so you DO have a mind of your own?"
"It just seems illogical to try and cave in the door!"
Lisa spun around, crossing her arms in the process. "Okay then, nerd. What's your plan B?"
The room immediately fell silent as Mackenzie's shoulders slumped.
"Hmph. Thought as much." Danny interjected, tossing his stone in the air once more.
Lisa then sharply turned to face him. "Well, do YOU have any better suggestions, Orthworms-for-brains?"
"Wait, WHAT?!" Danny's eyes widened.
A low growl then followed from Mackenzie's direction.
"Hey, don't bring my Orthworm into this!" Mack protested.
Whilst the three of them were bickering, I had a lightbulb moment. "Guys, I think I know what to do! Come on out, Klefki!" I reached into my boxes, grabbing a Pokeball. I sent out Klefki, and he successfully picked the lock. The cell door swung open with a subtle creak.
"GENIUS!" Lisa cheered, jumping off the ground triumphantly.
"Breaking news, Lisa is capable of compliments!" Danny said sarcastically.
"Shhh! We don't want to draw attention to ourselves!" I hissed, as we began creeping along the darkened passageway. I led the way, followed by Lisa and Danny alongside one another, and Mackenzie cautiously trailed behind them. Unbeknownst to him, he had an unexpected guest atop his shoulder.
Without warning, we were faced with two of the Hitmonlees from before blocking the passage, their beady eyes boring into our soul. "Uh... guys? What do we do now?" I asked awkwardly.
"Ugh great, these ugly things again," Danny complained, earning a defensive growl from the insulted Pokemon.
"I don't think they appreciate that," I observed, as the two fighting-types inched closer towards us.
Danny pulled out an Ultra Ball. "Let's battle these things! I'm sure we can pummel them into the ground if we use our Ionisation chips!"
"No. Stand back." Lisa instructed. "Y/N and I will handle this!"
"Hey, where did Mack go?" Danny asked, as we all looked around. Mackenzie was nowhere to be seen, although we did not have much time to question it as the two Hitmonlees descended upon us. To my horror, I realised they were both level 90, much higher than any of mine or Lisa's Pokemon.
"We're not going to get out of this one," I trembled, and for once, Lisa was trembling too. We heard rapid footsteps coming from behind us as Mackenzie caught up to Danny. "Hey Mack? There's something on your shoulder there!"
However, just as we were about to accept our fate as doomed prisoners of Opaquia forever, our eardrums were once again blasted out by a piercing, shrill scream.
"AAAARRRRGGGHHH! SPPIIIIIDDDDEEERRRR!" Mackenzie cried out, as he ran around in a frenzy, trying to shake the arachnid off of his shoulder. It was as if he had taken leave of his senses, as he jolted his body violently. The three of us ducked as he hurtled the sizeable spider through the air, only for it to land right on one of the Hitmonlee's faces. The piercing screams of the two guard Pokemon then ensued, before both of them proceeded to turn around and run as fast as they could down the passageway, away from us and the spider.
The four of us panted in exhaustion, as our panicked brains began to acknowledge what had just happened. "Mackenzie, you're a hero!" Lisa proceeded to run up to him, grab him in a headlock, and rough up his spiky hair.
"Hey! Get off me!" He protested, trying to struggle free.
"I didn't know Pokemon were scared of spiders." Danny observed.
"Come on guys, we've got to get out of here." I encouraged.
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As the three of us made our way out of the mansion, we dusted off our clothes that were covered in dirt and debris from the dungeon. Mackenzie also had to meticulously run his hands all across his body to ensure that no more of his worst nemeses were clinging to him. He ruffled the cobwebs out of his hair in disgust.
"Please tell the Elite Four to never send us back here again," he pleaded, as we walked back onto the dark streets of the ghost town that was Opaquia.
"We should probably head back to the flying taxi. I can't stand to spend another second in this creepy place." Danny commented. We all nodded in agreement, as we began walking down the streets. However, as the three of them were engaged in casual conversation, subtly roasting one another, a faint lilac light in the distance caught my attention. "Hey guys, do you see that?" I pointed towards the glow.
"Hmmm... what do you think it could be?" Lisa asked.
"Only one way to find out." Danny added.
"Please can we just get out of here. I am NOT going through another near death experience like that!" Mackenzie protested, causing Danny and Lisa to simultaneously roll their eyes.
"Well if you want to be boring then you can skidaddle, but I'm not going anywhere until I've defeated a bunch of Opaquia Pokemon." Danny firmly stated.
"No! We need him to do the navigation! The rest of us are hopeless!" I protested.
Mackenzie proceeded to whip out his map. "Well... uh... the way back to the flying taxi is in the same direction as that weird lilac light over there... so let's go," I could sense the hesitance in his voice as we began to track back in the south direction.
"Hey... isn't that purple light coming from around the same area as we felt that weird pressure earlier?" Lisa observed.
"You mean... the Opaquia gym?" I gasped. "No. There's no way. It's been completely uninhabited for years."
"There was definitely some kind of force there, though." Lisa continued. "It was almost like a storm, but in the mind, you know what I'm saying?"
"No, I don't. You're talking nonsense as usual." Danny interjected.
"Shut up." Lisa snapped. "You weren't there."
"Let's just keep going."
As we neared the lilac light, we noticed that it was, indeed, coming from the Opaquia gym. It appeared as though the lights were turned on, which was completely baffling, considering it was completely pitch black when we had previously stumbled across it.
"You feel anything?" I called back to the team. They all responded with a no. "Why are the lights in the gym on?"
"Maybe someone broke in?" Mackenzie suggested. I carefully edged closer, peering through the windows. The lights were, indeed, switched on, and the stadium of the gym was well and truly illuminated. I gasped in horror as I realised I was feet away from the very sight where Champion Kossi had lost his life.
"Y/N, are you coming back with us?" Lisa called from behind.
"No way." I retorted. "We've got to investigate this. Something is very, very wrong here."
"Well, I'm not going in there. I've seen enough spiders to last a lifetime." Mackenzie refused.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna hang back and catch some dark Pokemon." Danny interjected.
"And Crystal will be wondering where we are," Lisa added.
"Well fine, you guys go. But I'm going nowhere until I get to the bottom of this." I stood steadfast in my decision.
"Be careful, Y/N. I don't want you to get hurt." Lisa called back.
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Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - No jealousy
Summary: You and Wanda have an established relationship, and you were away for two weeks due to a mission. Wanda is testing your limits, and everyone seems to insist that you are jealous.
Warnings: (+18), Smut, Switch!Reader (most dominant reader), power dynamics change, bottom!wanda, teasing, spanking; also mentions of torture, heavy past etc.
Notes: I've been trying to bring in a little bit of dom reader, and it turned out to be a bit of switch or soft!dom reader, but it's still pretty dom I think. Let me know what you think please ‘cause i’m not sure i’m writing smut correctly haha. Nota em português: Eu fui traduzir a expressão "que baixaria" e não achei nada em inglês que tivesse o mesmo impacto, fiquei bem chateada kkkk que pegar a referencia finge que é engraçado imaginar o Bucky falando isso na cena da cozinha obrigada.
Words: 5.555 K || Read on AO3
Marks: @mionemymind @abimess
Translations: Scheiße = Shit || Amerikanischer Müll = American Trash.
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Avengers Compound, New York, Present.
Throwing your jacket against the kitchen counter, you sighed in irritation.
Steve was mumbling something about responsibility and morals and you have a headache.
"Are you even listening to me?" Steve asked irritated and you let out a dry laugh as you looked around for something to drink.
"Sure, cap." You snickered without looking at him, and Steve let out an impatient sigh.
"I need you to start being careful, we can't risk the safety of the team..."
"Is anyone hurt, Steve?" You interrupted without a patient, punching the countertop. Steve was startled by your sudden response, but you didn't back down. Natasha and Bucky who were entering just behind you, exchanged glances before heading outside.
"This is not the point."
"That's the only thing that matters." You retort angrily. "I will do whatever is necessary." You assure seriously. "You worry about morality in the meantime."
Steve lets out an irritated sigh.
"You're not listening to me." He resumes crossing his arms. "There are lines we must not cross, or we are no different than those we face." He continued in earnest, and you rolled your eyes, finally finding a drink under the counter, and grabbing one of the glasses from the sink to pour yourself. "We need boundaries. If you don't change this attitude, you are no different than Hydra..."
The glass in your hand breaks, startling Steve again.
"Don't ever say something like that again." You angrily warn him and he frowns worried about the shards and that you might have hurt yourself, but you just turn and walk out of the kitchen.
You walk into the first bathroom you find, heading toward the sink to clean your hand. You watch carefully as the glass falls from your skin and the wounds close up.
You stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even though you have spent the last few hours in conflict, there is no bruise. You have even been shot twice, but no one could tell if it weren't for the torn fabric on your shirt. No one would know about the explosion you survived if it weren't for the ashes on the fabric. You were perfect fighting machine, exactly as Hydra wanted you to be.
Pushing away the painful memories that threatened to dwell in your mind, you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands, leaving the bathroom afterwards.
//-//
Hydra Military Base, Old Sokovia Area, 8 hours ago.
You rummage through the metal drawers impatiently. This mission is taking too long, and you are starting to get annoyed by the lack of action. Silence is never a good sign in jobs like this.
And then as if the universe was listening to your complaints, you heard a noise of something falling.
" Sounds to the north, I'm going to investigate." You warned your companions over the communicator, starting to move. Steve said something about waiting for reinforcements, but you were already opening the mechanical door, a pistol in your left hand.
The impact of two shots pushed you backward, and you felt something run down your uniform, and then a sharp pain. Laughing lightly, you fell to your knees.
"We got one." You heard someone mutter, and then there was a man getting up from behind a table at the far end of the room. Another man stopped hiding from one of the bookshelves, and they walked over to you.
"Sure thing, friends." You grumbled panting slightly.
"Scheiße, we got the healer." The one with the mustache muttered as soon as he looked at you closely, and you let out a smug smile as he took a step back. Your colleague was pointing his gun at you again, but you were already grabbing his wrist as you stood up and threw him to the ground.
You fought for a few moments, and you made a mental note to thank Natasha for improving your fighting considerably since the last mission, soon you knocked him out.
The other man was fighting what appeared to be a bronze door that was jammed, and you pulled the bullets out of your shirt before you pulled him by the shoulders and threw him to the floor.
" Come on buddy, I don't have all day." You warned pointing your own pistol at the man, who looked at you angrily. "Tell me what you were doing around here."
"Amerikanischer Müll" He cursed and you rolled your eyes, moving to kick him in the nose.
The man gasped in pain as he lifted his head again, his nose bloodied.
"Do you want to try again?" You asked irritated and he spat blood before speaking again.
"We come back for what is ours." He replied with irritation, and you frowned in confusion. But before you could ask anything else, Steve and Natasha rushed into the place.
Natasha was in charge of the interrogation, it was her thing anyway, and you helped Steve open the jammed door.
You entered the room next, and you choked in surprise when your gaze met the files displayed on the holograms around the place.
"So what did you find in there?" You heard Nat ask through the communicator, but you didn't answer, trying to control the anger that was spreading throughout your body.
Displayed in front of you were the files of the Maximoff twins' experiments, several pictures of the tests Hydra had run on them. One particular video caught your attention. It was Wanda, lying on a stretcher, several leather chains holding her to the mattress while Hydra sent electric shocks through a machine to her head, making her scream. You broke the projector with one punch, and Steve tried to calm you down.
"Hey, breathe." He asked raising his hands to your shoulders. You shook your head, panting.
The sound of Wanda's scream still echoed through the room, even without the image, and you grunted in anger, pushing Steve away.
Natasha blinked in surprise when you stormed into the room next, interrupting her interrogation when you kicked the Hydra agent in the chest. She took two steps back, surprised at your anger, but she barely had time to be shocked and you were already lifting the agent by his shirt in the air.
"How could you do that to them?" You asked angrily, throwing the agent to the ground. The man laughed helplessly, spitting blood. Steve grabbed you next, and you threw him across the room.
"They were always ours to play with." The man grumbled and you stepped forward again, kicking him in the face. He laughed bewilderedly, practically choking on his own blood. "Just like you."
"You'll pay for that." You muttered angrily and then punched him in the face. The man just laughed and that increased his fury. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"
The man started to choke and then he spit something out. You let him go.
"Hail Hydra." He muttered, and you had exactly one second to realize that the small device he spit out was the tip of one of the special grenades that Hydra agents have started carrying since last year. Hugging him quickly, you threw yourself against the window in front of you, and then he exploded at you as you fell through the air to the street.
When you hit the ground, you grunted in pain.
Steve is calling you on the communicator, but the explosion damaged the equipment and the noise is very disturbing, so you ripped the item out of your ear and threw it to the ground.
As your body recovered, you stayed on the ground, trying to ignore the urge to burn the Hydra to the ground for hurting your friends.
//-//
Avengers Compound, New York, Present.
Wanda was not in her room.
You let out a tired sigh as you fiddled with your cell phone, but there was no message from her about having some other commitment that would justify her not being at the compound at the time she usually was watching her favorite shows.
After you showered and put on clothes that didn't have as many battle marks, you went to visit your girlfriend, but she wasn't there.
"Friday, where's Wanda?" You asked loudly in the hallway.
"Miss Maximoff is in the northern outer area, along with Mr. Vision." Announces the AI next and you frown.
Walking towards the location that Friday indicted, you crossed your arms when you saw through the glass of the compound, your girlfriend and her teammate laughing together.
They didn't see you, seeming distracted by their conversation.
"Wow, you look scary when you're jealous." Commented a voice from beside you suddenly, and you blinked in surprise as you noticed young Peter Parker approaching.
"Missed the school bus, kid?" you tease and Peter rolls his eyes, blushing slightly.
"I'm not trying to annoy you." He says stopping beside you, and looking in the same direction as you.
"I wouldn't recommend that either." You retort, feeling an irritation settle in the pit of your stomach as you watch Vision make Wanda laugh again. What the hell was so funny.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about you know?" Peter remarked after a moment. "I don't think Wanda sees Vision that way, they're just friends."
"I'm not jealous." You lied angrily, clearly jealous. Peter didn't want to contradict you however.
"Of course not." He said slightly startled. "I just... Wanda... She... You and her are a nice couple. Even if Vision has the stone, it's not something to worry about and..."
"Shut up, kid." You grumble angrily as you turn around, deciding to calm your nerves before you lose your mind and send Vision to the moon with one punch.
//-//
Having Pietro Maximoff as a brother in law was a pain in the ass most of the time.
You liked him in general, the problem was when he teased you, because he seemed to know exactly what to say to piss you off.
When you got back to the common room, he was on the couch, playing some stupid video game, and you sat down next to him and turned on the television.
It took him five minutes before he started to annoy you.
"My sister is getting along pretty well with Vision lately, isn't she?" He comments with a smile without taking his eyes off his cell phone. You squeeze the television control harder than necessary.
"Bite me."
Pietro laughs at your aggressiveness. Wanda and Vision enter the kitchen the next moment, their laughter slowly dying down. You don't take your eyes off the TV.
"Honey, I didn't know you were back already." Wanda says as soon as she sees you on the couch, smiling as she approaches you. She kisses your cheek, and frowns at your lack of reaction. You force a smile. "What's up?"
"Relax, little sister, she's kind of green today." Mocks Pietro, and you cast him an annoyed look, before looking back at Wanda.
"I'm just tired, babe." You say, stealing a quick kiss from her. Wanda seems to believe you and then walks away, heading toward the counter.
It takes three minutes for Vision to make a stupid comment and Wanda to laugh again, and you sigh in irritation.
"Wow, that's sad." Pietro teases again in a tone low enough for only you to hear. "Maybe you should watch your girl."
"I'll stick this remote in a place you won't like." You retort in the same tone and Pietro lets out a short laugh, turning his attention back to his cell phone.
You risk a backward glance next, and then the remote control breaks off in your hand. Vision is brushing a strand of hair out of Wanda's face, and she looks surprised and slightly embarrassed by the touch. Pietro laughs at your lack of control, but you stand up next, throwing the rest of the object to the ground and attracting the attention of the other two.
You glare angrily at Wanda before leaving.
//-//
You need to punch something.
So you go back to the training room, and put on the first pair of boxing gloves you can find.
Climbing into the ring quickly, you start punching the punching bag that Steve left over from the last training session.
It takes ten minutes for Wanda to find you.
"Y/N, what was that about?" she asks slightly annoyed as you approach. You are trying to maintain control so you don't rip the punching bag off the metal stand.
"Why don't you go laugh with your new best friend and leave me alone?" You retorted and Wanda frowned in confusion, then let out a dry laugh.
"Are you jealous?"
Your next punch rocks the iron support of the ceiling.
"No, Wanda." You retort as you stop punching, and start pulling off your gloves. Wanda crosses her arms and has a little smile on her face, which irritates you even more. " I don't feel jealous."
"Oh, yeah?" She responds with irony, and you are throwing the gloves on the floor, and approaching her. She takes a few steps back, impressed by your posture.
"Tell me dear, do I have reason to be?" You ask as you approach. "Everyone wants to remind me that that damn stone makes the toaster think that you two have some kind of connection and that I should be careful." You continue and then Wanda reaches for a wall, and you rest one of your hands beside her head, pinning her against your body. "But I know better. I have nothing to worry about."
"Y/N..." Wanda starts half breathlessly, trying to keep the look in your eyes, and failing.
"Am I wrong, baby girl?" You ask raising your free hand to her cheek, stroking her skin with your finger. "Is there anyone who makes you feel the way I do?"
Wanda sighs, denying with her head next. You give a smug little smile, placing your hand on her chin, and running your finger over her lower lip.
"Then why are you laughing so hard at that piece of tin, dear?" You questioned bringing your face closer to her neck, Wanda closed her eyes as you inhaled her perfume. "Did you want to make me angry? Did you want to be punished?"
Wanda gasps low, denying with her head. You begin to deposit wet kisses against her collarbone and move your hand down her body from her chin.
"God, Wanda, you've been so needy." You comment kissing a sensitive spot on her neck and making her sigh. "Needy enough to get wet with the toaster."
Your teasing makes Wanda grunt in irritation, and you let out a short laugh feeling her tighten the fabric of your shirt.
"What's the matter, baby? Are you angry with me?" You teased, pulling your face away from her neck. Wanda looked at you with a mixture of irritation and excitement.
"Don't say such things." She says half breathlessly. "Vision is just my friend. I don't... I don't see him like that."
You stare at her for a moment, and then back away completely.
"Ask your friend to help you cum then." You retort before turning away. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh, but she doesn't go after you.
//-//
Steve Rogers is testing your patience.
He set up weekly meetings with the team about social responsibilities and hero morality and whatever other patriotic crap he was following, and this was the first of them.
It had been forty minutes since he had been talking, and you were impressed that Tony Stark was still awake.
"And so we conclude that as the Avengers, it is our responsibility to make a difference." Steve spoke as he turned off the presentation.
"I'm thrilled." You grumbled next and the room looked at you. Steve sighed.
"Do you have anything to add, Y/N?" Steve asked seriously, and you let out a short laugh.
"Oh, of course." You say crossing your arms. "Maybe the rest of the team doesn't know but this whole bullshit is only happening because of me."
"Y/N..."
"No, cap, come on." You interrupt with irony. "Tell the team why you are making everyone learn about American history."
"Now I'm curious." Commented Tony looking at Steve, who just had a tired expression.
"This is not about pointing out mistakes." Steve says and you laugh.
"No, of course not." You retort with irony getting up. "This is about hypocrisy really."
"Kid..."
"Don't even go that way!" You interrupt angrily and then turn to Tony. "You want to know what happened? Great! Let's start with the Stark bomb that dropped on Sokovia!"
Tony blinks in confusion at your outburst, and the team looks at you with surprise and concern, while Steve holds up his hands to try to calm you down.
"Please, I'm not trying to-"
"No, Captain!" You shout. "You want to talk about moral values, don't you?" You sneer with irritation. "I have a list of shit that happens in this place."
"Stop it, now!" The captain asked angrily, and you looked at him incredulously. "You killed someone!" He charges and the team looks at you in surprise. "That's not how we do things here..."
"We have killed thousands of civilians in New York." You interrupt coldly. "Every building that fell to the ground had a family on every floor. Not to mention the missions that came after." You reminded them and Steve clenched his jaw.
"That was different."
"They hurt Wanda."
"Y/N."
You shoved Steve in the shoulders, and he took a step back. Tony and Natasha stood up.
"I'm going to kill every agent that was in that lab." You tell him. "Everyone who hurt her is going to pay."
Your colleagues look in shock at your words, but you just turn away, opening the door angrily.
In the hallway, Wanda caught up with you.
"What was all that about?" She asked worriedly as you leaned against the wall, breathing hard.
"I hate the hypocrisy of this team." You retorted with irritation, but your anger subsided considerably when Wanda placed her hand on your cheek, asking you to look at her.
"Talk to me."
You sighed, touching your foreheads together.
"On the last mission, I...we found the decommissioned base where you got your powers." You count and Wanda blinks in surprise. "I lost control when I looked at the files."
"Honey..."
"Wanda." You interrupt with a weak smile. "Please, you can't agree with them."
"I don't." She adds as she strokes your cheek, "I'm just sorry you had to see it."
You shrug, letting your arms hug your waist.
"You're not angry? Or who knows, disappointed?"
Wanda denies with her head.
"I feel the same way about you." She says. "I can't think about the people who arrested you without wanting to blow up everything around me."
You laugh lightly.
"That's some shit Steve doesn't want to understand." You say next and Wanda sighs.
"I think he understands, honey." Wanda says and you blink in confusion, "It's the same thing with Bucky."
You sigh looking away.
"Shit, you're right." You grumble, and then add with a slight smile. "Maybe he was upset about the explosion."
Wanda frowns in confusion. And then she nudges you slightly when you tell her your little story with the grenade.
"Have you lost your mind?" She asks angrily. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!"
"Hey, I was saving the ass of those two mortals in the room" You complain humorously, but Wanda sighs impatiently.
"My god, this is all just because Steve must have been worried to death that something was going to happen to you!" She says and you frown.
"What are you talking about?"
"Honey, the captain is just trying to get you to behave." She clarifies. "He doesn't want you to abuse your powers, and put yourself at risk for no reason. Honestly, I don't want to either."
You stand thoughtfully for a few minutes and then sigh.
"Damn, now I'm going to have to apologize."
Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and moves closer, stealing a quick kiss from you. She smiles when you try to kiss her back, pulling away.
"What?"
"I remembered that I'm mad at you." She says and you look at her with confusion.
"What did I do?"
"That scene earlier in the gym." She says and you sigh impatiently. "It wasn't nice."
"You're being so mean." You retort and Wanda flashes you a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction.
You decide that you should apologize to the rest of the team and return to the conference room.
//-//
Wanda was being a brat.
After you apologized to the team, and Steve made it clear that he was concerned and that he understood your anger, but that there were better ways to deal with what Hydra did to the people you love, the atmosphere eased a lot. And you were hoping to spend some time with your girlfriend, but she was too busy teasing you.
She spent the last few minutes cooking with Vision. The guy who didn't eat food.
You rolled your eyes impatiently as you threw yourself on the couch, a newspaper in your hands.
"This is ridiculous, honey" You mentally warned her as you noticed her gaze on you. Wanda didn't sketch any reaction as she cooked.
"Sorry, weren't you the one who said I was, what was the word, needy?" You heard her sneer in your head. You bit your lips to keep from smiling.
"Clearly you are, dear."
"And whose fault is that?" She retorted and you frowned, attracting the attention of Bucky who was standing next to you. You smiled slightly, telling him that it was just a news report about the new political changes that had taken your attention, and then turned your focus back to the newspaper.
"What are you talking about?" You asked Wanda in your thoughts.
"You were gone for two weeks." She complained, and you took your eyes off the paper to look into the kitchen. Wanda had her back to you, stirring with a spoon in one of the pots. Vision stood next to her, watching the procedure. You clenched your jaw. "I've been all by myself."
"Are you trying to piss me off, Wanda?" You ask angrily, watching the redhead meters in front of you signal for Vision to come closer to take a look at the pot.
"I'm not doing anything." She thinks sounding harmlessly, and you close the paper tightly as you watch Vision cast her a shy smile.
Bucky looks at you curiously.
"Everything okay?" He asks and you nod as you stand up toward the kitchen.
"Wanda, I want to talk to you." You tell her stopping with your arms crossed in front of the counter. Wanda flashes you a little smile.
"I'm busy right now, honey." She retorts as she returns the spoon to the pot, stirring the mixture.
"We're making Sokovian food." Completed Vision with a smile, but you completely ignored him.
"I'm going to count to three." You warn and Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you.
"I don't..."
"Room now, or I'll make you cum against the kitchen counter."
Wanda's eyes widen, and Vision looks extremely surprised. The redhead ducks her head and walks out of the kitchen, you following her. Bucky mumbles something like "for the love of god, why all that obscenity" as you leave.
//-//
There is a palpable tension in the air during the silent walk to your room.
When Wanda opens the door and walks inside, you sigh as you close the door.
"What was that in the kitchen, dear?" You ask her as you unbutton your shirt, Wanda looks at you next, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Insinuating that I don't pay enough attention to you. Teasing me with Vision."
"I'm sorry." She mumbles softly and you shake your head slightly, taking off your shirt and standing in just your bra. Wanda blushes and takes a step toward you, but you just hold up your finger.
"I'm going to be in charge tonight, honey." You warn as you take off your shoes. "By the way, you do look a beautiful thing in that skirt. I could barely control myself during the meeting."
Wanda smiles with embarrassment, looking away to the floor. You approach, lifting her chin with your finger slowly.
"Can I undress you?" you ask and she sighs softly, nodding afterwards. You drag your finger from her chin down, around her silhouette. When you get to shoulder height, you drag the left strap to the side, and then repeat the motion on the right. Wanda's blouse loosens on her body, and you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, her breathing out of rhythm.
You raise your other hand next, and turn your gaze to Wanda. In a twist of your hands, you tear the fabric in front, and Wanda moans softly.
"Are you anxious, baby?" You ask her as the fabric falls away, and you run a finger down her torso to the hem of her skirt. Wanda swallows dryly. "You must be so wet."
Wanda sighs, closing her eyes momentarily. You begin to remove your skirt next, and let out a low growl when you realize there is nothing underneath as the material falls away.
"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda." You scold her maliciously, looking at her exposed intimacy and feeling your mouth fill with water. "Absolutely sinful."
Wanda sighs, moving slightly forward. You bite your lips, noticing her red cheeks. Her body cries out to be touched.
"That's no way to behave, honey." You tell her, lifting your fingers to push up the straps of your bra. "Exposed during a team meeting. Tsk, what a naughty girl."
Wanda whimpers, and you smile. "Is that what you wanted, babe?" You ask as you unzip her bra. " For me to put my fingers in you under the table? Make you come in my hand while everyone watched?"
"Please." She sighs in a husky voice. "Kiss me."
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
You give a little smile at your girlfriend's breathless confession, and lower your face to the height of her neck, just as her bra falls to the floor. Depositing wet kisses all the way down, you listen to Wanda sigh with each touch of your lips against her skin.
When you reach her breasts, you raise your right hand to play with the hardened nipple between your fingers while using your mouth on the other breast, and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open. Sucking and licking the flesh, you delight in the sounds you get from her.
"Babe, please." She pleads breathlessly. "Touch me."
You smile as you release her hardened nipple, raising your face to the height of Wanda's.
"I'm sorry, baby, but it's not going to be that easy." You warn as you squeeze her breast with a full hand. "You need to be punished for today."
Wanda sighs and then you kiss her intensely, making her stumble back, but your hand on her waist holds her against you.
Your tongue invades her mouth, and Wanda moans against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck. You smile as you lift your hands to hers to put them down.
"You can't touch." You warn between kisses and Wanda sighs, letting your tongue tangle in hers sensually.
You begin to lower your kisses again, and Wanda writhes against you, her fists clenched in an effort to resist the urge to touch you. You lick the length of her neck and one of her hands touches your waist.
"What a disobedient brat." You tease against her skin, and then use your right hand to slap her ass, making Wanda moan loudly. You wish to see the mark, so you hug Wanda around the waist, bringing your bodies together, and look down. The bright red mark. Wanda whimpers against you, her other hand coming up to your belt, and you pull away only to kiss her on the lips hard enough to leave her helpless.
As she begins to play with the beam of your belt, you slap her ass again, on the other side, and her knees buckle slightly.
"Fuck." She whimpers breathlessly, and you bring your hand to her neck, forcing her to keep her gaze on you.
"Get on the bed." You command and Wanda sighs, and then you release her. She moves to the mattress, ass thrusting toward you as she kneels on the bed, hands on the headboard.
"Will you be a good girl, Wanda?" You ask as you raise your hands to her ass, squeezing the flesh as she gasps.
"Yes."
"I don't believe you." You taunt, slapping her ass. She leans over, moaning. You spank her again, her body arching as she throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open.
Then you move forward, pulling her hair back as a hand slips between her legs, your fingers teasing her entrance and making her whimper.
"Look how wet you are, baby." You whisper against her ear, Wanda has her eyes closed tightly, her hips moving in search of more friction. "Were you missing me, love?"
"Yes." She gasps pushing her hips back, your fingers slipping inside and drawing sighs from both of you. But you withdrew them next, s Wanda whimpers. "Please, honey, touch me."
"You don't deserve it Wanda." You start against her ear. "But you feel so good, baby. So wet and hot, I can't resist."
You suddenly penetrate her with two fingers, deep and precisely, and Wanda cries out, moaning your name.
"Fuck, yes." She gasps moving her hips, you slide in and out with ease, feeling Wanda flushed.
"Look at you baby, crumbling in my fingers." You gasp, your hand releasing her hair as you drag it to her breast, squeezing the flesh.
"I...I 'm com..." Wanda begins to whimper and you smile, feeling her body quiver in spasms, the rhythm of her hips disablisting as her walls get tighter and you feel her pulsing in your fingers.
"Cum for me, baby girl." You whisper in her ear, and one stroke later is all it takes for Wanda to arch her back, coming on your fingers with her mouth open as she screams your name.
You withdraw your fingers as she falls to the mattress, turning to you next. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you taste Wanda as she looks up at you with dilated pupils.
"You taste so good babe." You tell her with a smile, and Wanda raises her hands to your waist, asking you to climb on top of her.
You slowly shake your head, reaching up to remove your pants. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you undress.
"I want to show you something, honey." You tell her after removing your clothes, straightening to sit on her thigh. Wanda sighs as she feels your wet intimacy against her. "Do you like that?" You ask watching her reaction, Wanda raises her torso, bringing your faces closer together as her hands go to your waist. "Do you like how wet I get on top of you?"
"Fuck yes." She gasps against your lips, you begin to move against her thigh, feeling your eyes spin in their orbit with the sensation.
"What about you, Wanda?" You ask slipping your fingers into her again,making her bury her face in your neck. "Look at that baby, you're soaking wet too."
Wanda moans, her hands tightening around your waist as you feel your fingers in her. You increase the speed of your movements against her thigh at the same rate as your fingers move in and out of her, Wanda begins to force her hips to keep up.
"No one makes me feel like this, Wanda." You confess breathlessly, penetrating deep. "I am yours."
Wanda moans and forces herself to confess.
"And I am yours." She retorts groaning, and you feel her walls tightening in your fingers as the feeling at the tip of your stomach tightens.
"Let's cum together baby" You tell her breathlessly, and Wanda shudders nodding. Forcing your hips against her thigh, you gasp, trying to keep the rhythm in your fingers.
A few strokes later and you struggle to keep up, your body shaking in spasms. Wanda tightens her hands on your waist, forcing you down as you move in and out of her. Wanda begins to curse in Sokovian, moaning breathlessly, and you smile, feeling your eyes roll. And then you cum together a moment later.
You collapse against her, as Wanda falls onto the mattress. Depositing lazy kisses against her collarbone, you smile as she sighs, her fingers running up your back as you pull out of her.
"Was that enough attention honey?" You tease a minute later and Wanda laughs softly, biting her lips.
You raise your head to look at her, feeling your heart soar at the image of her lazy gaze, her lips puffy and parted.
"Do you love me?" You ask in a whisper and Wanda sighs.
"I do." She agrees and you raise your hand to her neck, your fingers strolling along her chin.
"Show me."
Wanda nods moving forward to kiss you on the lips.
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almost falling (headcanons)
characters: scaramouche and xiao
warnings: VIOLENCE. i’m 98% sure i kept it slight but just in case don’t read if you’re sensitive please!!
request: “Anyway, so I'm requesting for Xiao and Scaramouche (fitting, they're sadists HAHA) their s/o (separate) is about to be thrown off the balcony after someone pushed them and hit the railings and they're about to hang on edge of their life. The boys just came back after whatever mission or errand they finished and saw the blasphemous attempt of a masochist (because how DARE they attempt such on their s/o?) Trying to kill their love. They sprinted or used their powers to get to them and stopped calamity from unraveling (sorta) into their world. Yes add some Overprotectiveness and probs them hunting to rip that masochist's head if it's not too much. Headcanons pls--“
[a/n: i loved this headcanon and i knew what you write from the start (which i never do lol), but the mental gymnastics i had to do to find the vocabulary omg... i can’t say i’m a big fan of how this turned out because of that]
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Scaramouche
Scaramouche had to do some business in Mondstadt, and since you wanted to visit your friend Amber, why not accompany him? It took a while to convince him since he usually doesn’t like the idea of mixing his personal and work lives, but he has a soft spot for you, believe it or not. Not that he would ever admit it.
Before he left you to do your things, he made you promise to meet him at the Good Hunter after an hour, on the dot. He had a busy schedule, but he still wanted to treat you lunch so you excitedly agreed by kissing his cheek and nodding.
After the meeting, he hoped to see you sitting down at one of the tables waiting for him, but instead, he saw no one. “I thought I made myself clear about punctuality” he thought.
“Did you see my partner? They’re about this height tall, *hair color* and probably accompanied by some friend called Amber?” he asked the girl that took orders at the Good Hunter, with a very obvious fake smile. “Not really, I’m sorry” she said, giving an apologetic look, which quickly turned into a frown. “Although, I thought Outrider Amber was out on a mission today. She even ordered some food supplies this morning, are you sure your partner was with her?”
He took a moment to think. He knows you were meeting with Amber because you kept rambling about how you haven’t seen her in forever and you wanted to surprise her. He can’t recall a time when you lied to him, either. Something about having an honest and open relationship with him, so you couldn’t have lied. And you wouldn’t leave the city without informing him, either.
So he decided to scratch out the possibility of having to search you through all Mondstadt. Then, he nodded towards the girl and left without saying a word.
Walking through the city, he paid attention to details. Something was off, he was sure of it.
After a while, he heard a yell. At first he wasn’t going to do anything about it, it’s not his problem plus he still has to find you. But when he realized the owner of the voice yelled “Leave me alone!”, he knew it was you. He ran towards the origin of the sound and found out that you were on top of the wall that protected Mondstadt.
He climbed as fast as he could and when he got to the top, his blood boiled at the sight.
A big tall man was holding your arms tightly, and then pushed you to the edge. Your back hit the railing and you let out a pained yell. You saw the man approach you with intentions of pushing you again, but before you could lift your arms to protect yourself, you heard thunder.
“You heard them, leave them alone. Now” you heard Scaramouche say. The atmosphere became dark and tense very quick, making a shiver go down your spine.
The man let out a short laugh. “You can’t intimidate me so easily. They were mine first, I’m just reclaiming my property”
Oh boy
“I don’t think you heard me, stupid. Leave them alone, now. Or I’ll make sure you suffer the most painful and slow tortures ever imagined. I have a whole book I want to test out anyways, you know.” Scaramouched threatened, and when you saw the look on his face, you gasped. You never saw him like that
He had a creepy smile, no, it was the smile of a sadist, actually. Small thunders came out of his fingers, and by each second, they grew stronger. You noticed that the man started shaking, now reconsidering everything. Scaramouche tilted his head a bit and let out a laugh. “You don’t want to play anymore?”
The man quickly left, or more like ran for his life without sparing you a second glance. You dropped down to the floor and noticed the sky get clearer, and so did the sound of thunder. You were still teary-eyed and overwhelmed from the situation with the man, but you lifted up your head to see a calmer Scaramouche.
You didn’t notice before, but his purple eyes were sparkling with pink thunder, and once he kneeled down in front of you, they turned back to their original color.
He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and away from the edge. “Are you alright, my beloved?” he asked you, a hint of concern filling his face. “Now I am. Scaramouche... I never saw you like that” you said, holding his hands that previously let out sparks and thunder.
You heard him sigh. “I lost control. Your scream and then seeing you almost falling... it made me snap. I can’t lose you.”
You kissed him, hoping that this way he can understand that you’re not scared of him and also reassuring him you’re not going anywhere either.
“You scared him for life” you said once you pulled away, laughing slightly. “I’ll scare him for eternity because he won’t be alive after I catch him”
Xiao
He told you numerous times to call his name if you ever found yourself in trouble. Even if it’s just a whisper, a thought even, you just have to say “Xiao” and he would drop whatever he was doing to come to rescue you.
In full honestly, you thought you could handle things on your own. You didn’t need him to come to rescue you, unless a very real danger was knocking on your door. Which unfortunately, leads to this situation.
Moments earlier, you were at the top floor of the inn, waiting for Xiao to come back. Everything was normal, until you noticed two suspicious looking men approach you. At first, you didn’t think much of it since adventurers often ask you for certain locations or roads. But this thought quickly changed when one of them came from behind, a little too close for your liking, before covering your mouth with his hand.
“A little birdie told us you’re close to an adeptus” one of the two men said, standing in front of you with a smug smile. “We need a favor”
It happened very quick, you were fighting for your life as you screamed and tried to kick the man holding you down. You almost succeeded, if it wasn’t for the other man in front of you. He held your arms tightly and pushed you towards the edge, you lost your balance and tripped over it, but quickly managed to grab onto the railing.
“Go on. Call the adeptus for help, we’ll love to have a small chat with-“ the man started saying, but got cut off by a strong wind that made him trip over. It was Xiao.
His eyes immediately landed on you, you were trying so hard to lift yourself up but you were slowly slipping. You weren’t going to last much longer and rage filled both his body and mind almost instantly.
How dare they lay a finger on you to get to him? “Worthless. Pathetic. Stupid.” he muttered each time he hit the men, until knocking them out. His eyes went back to you, and he immediately sprinted towards the railing.
But he was late
Your hands that desperately tried to grip the railing and lift yourself up were red and they hurt, and just when he was about to extend his hand for you to take, you slipped and fell.
You thought it was over, truly. You yelled out Xiao’s name as you tried to get hold of anything that could possibly prevent you from hitting the ground, but you were far away and the floor was coming closer and closer. You closed your eyes, ready to face your end.
But that end didn’t come, and you found yourself wrapped in Xiao’s arms while strong winds surrounded you, keeping you from hitting the ground abruptly. Once his feet touched the floor, you heard a faint sigh of relief from him.
Now on the ground, you dropped to the floor while you sobbed in Xiao’s arms, suddenly very aware of how close you came to meeting death. He kept you close to his body, as if you’re gonna slip away from him again. He faced many monsters and wrath in his life, but he never felt as scared as he did at the moment.
“I’m sorry” Xiao muttered out once your crying calmed down. Drying your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked at him questioningly. “You almost died because they were after me”
This made you cry more
He was kind of confused? Why were you crying again?
“Xiao you don’t have to apologize because its not your fault at all and you also saved me! I should apologize for not being careful and tripping!” you sobbed again. “But it’s not your fault either...” he whispered as he patted your head, not sure how to calm you down.
Xiao doesn’t kill humans, but nothing is going to stop him from making hilichurls, mages, and other monsters appear in the way of these two men. He’s going to make them pay (indirectly)
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I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader
Summary:
Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.
You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.
*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*
How long had it been? Since the end of it all?
Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck.
Months? Years?
It felt like all time stood still when He found me.
I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape.
“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple.
I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.
“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear”
“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her”
“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way”
The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest. The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods.
A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.
“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going.
Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”
Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk.
I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.
“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again
I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole”
Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”
Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder.
That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family.
In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time.
There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away.
It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.
I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter.
I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need.
I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower.
Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful.
At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you.
Daryl
Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right.
My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment.
There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know.
I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.
Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time.
Y/N
You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch”
“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh.
“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this” Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.
We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it. As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips.
Daryl
When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise.
He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that?
He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.
While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.
Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them.
Y/N
From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us.
He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact.
“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field.
“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall.
“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?”
I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!
“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?”
I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.
“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now.
“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N”
I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink.
Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”
“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled
“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.
“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”
You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad.
“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy.
I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside.
“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often.
I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away.
“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt
“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him.
“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”
“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip.
A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?”
H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”
Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me.
I barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him.
I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him.
In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck.
He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.
With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them.
He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head.
“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare.
He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.
He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it.
He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”
“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation.
“Tha’s better now ride it bitch”
I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size.
His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”
“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out.
“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine”
“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed
“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him.
“Now show me how much you love this dick”
I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now.
I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released.
He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before.
“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.
Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door.
I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him.
“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away.
Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.
Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?”
“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”
“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you.
They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit.
I instantly caved again screaming into the bed.
Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you”
I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out”
He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.
“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face.
He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya”
He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again.
God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep.
When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep.
I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done.
I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!”
He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks.
I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing.
“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left.
I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight!
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Same Old Love | Kaeya (Genshin) x Traveler!Reader
✧ Summary: Kaeya was mysterious in every way that made you wary. From the gleam in his eye to how easy it was for him to flirt, it made you wonder how much he was presenting was truly real. Not wanting to get sucked in, you swore not to fall for the Cavalry Captain. At least, that was the plan, right?
➳ Notes: Angst with a happy ending
➳ A/N: Thank you so much for the ask!! This was fun to write ((I feel like I write so much angsty/jealousy fics haha)) I’m just getting into genshin and so please feel free to send in requests for these cuties <3 @breathings-of-the-heart
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You had some worries about Kaeya, dubbed “The Handsome Mr. Kaeya” by Paimon.
There was no doubt that he was attractive, his ever present smirk and exposed chest was enough to signify to anyone that even Kaeya was well aware of his looks. But he tended to wield his words like a double edged sword - using his words for an express purpose.
It was admirable, in a way. He was the loyal Cavalry Captain who looked out for Mondstadt’s best interest. And while he had misled you on this pirate treasure adventure, there was no harm really done. In fact, from the way he prattled about haircuts and eyepatches inherited from his parents, you were already sure that it was simply a tale being spun for Paimon to latch onto.
At the end of the day, Kaeya still compensated you for your time and provided you with a higher-level weapon. The criminals were caught and the Knights were credited for another arrest of an infamous Treasure Hunter. It was a win-win situation that you very quickly put behind you as another job done.
The entire quest had not really bothered you - it was not like you had not withheld anything either. You ran from clue to clue without updating Kaeya on your progress, with the express intent of snagging some of this treasure yourself.
It was a really smart move on his part and, for whatever reason, it had the inverse effect on you - it made you want to get closer to Kaeya.
Paimon grumbled for all of a day before she prattled onto something new, complaining about the returning ruin guard by the temple or the way Venti sassed her. But you often found yourself hanging around Good Hunter or Angel’s Share, wondering if you would be able to run into him again.
It was no surprise that Kaeya was always busy, Jean had mentioned before that Kaeya was the one who often wrapped up every physical incident that occurred in both the city and outer plains of Mondstadt.
And so it was easy to lose track of him, the image of Kaeya still present in your mind, just pushed back in the further recess as you continued in your struggle to find clues about your brother. When whispers on the street spoke of a Dark Knight hero, you were pleasantly surprised to see Diluc patrolling the streets from the shadows.
The last thing you had expected was to team-up with the very man who ran opposite to the Knights, but you learned how oddly sweet Diluc was in that short amount of time. His double life of fighting off the abyss army single-handedly to running the largest Winery on the continent - Diluc’s workload was no easy feat.
You were just out of the clear, Huffman gone to deal with the slimes when a resounding clap started from the dining area of the bar. Kaeya stood and approached you both, you turned to Diluc and he had the flattest, most unimpressed expression on.
You stood mostly silent in that conversation, Diluc with his arms and chin held high. Kaeya had reassured him that the secret was best kept that way, eyes glinting mischievously as they went from the winery owner to you.
You only stared right back, as if Kaeya’s face would give off exactly what he was looking for. Instead, he simply smiled at the both of you and left when Diluc said he was closing the bar. Diluc thanked you for your assistance, reassuring you that in case you need help, he was a willing hand.
When you walked out the bar then, Kaeya was still right outside, chatting casually with some of the late bar-goers that sat at the picnic table. Just as he made eye-contact with you, he bid himself goodbye from the group and fell into step with you.
“Paimon doesn’t trust blue-haired, eye-patched men anymore.” She started next to you.
“That’s good I’m a blue-haired, eye-patched handsome young man.” Kaeya shot back, to which she rolled her eyes. He then turned to you with the same open smirk as usual, “And here I was thinking I could make you my assistant.”
Was he flirting with you?
It took you a second to question this internally before Paimon scoffed, “Ugh, I’m going ahead to the inn. I don’t think I can stand watching you make kissy-faces at each other after the day we had.”
You waved a hand in her direction to smack her, but she was already flying away up and out of reach.
Turning back to the Captain, you were surprised to see that Kaeya was still looking at you, not even toward Paimon as she fled into the night.
Remembering his last statement, you shot back, “Think you could handle me?”
“Confidence, it looks very good on you.” Kaeya replied as his smile widened. He took a single step closer, lowering his voice next to your ear and continuing. “But the real question is if you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into?”
You stood your ground, ignoring the shiver that ran up your spine, “I always like to try new things.”
“I look forward to it.” Kaeya straightened, lightly grabbing your hand in one of his own and raising it to his lips. “Until then, traveler.”
To think that such a simple action, hardly anything scandalous, had lingered on your skin the entire night. You remembered the way his lips felt against your hand, how striking his blue eyes bore into your own. Kaeya was extremely dangerous, able to catch your attention and keep it for hours on end.
The next day you had a commission about dismantling a rising Hilichurl camp, a perfect distraction away from the eye-patched hunk that kept plaguing your thoughts. The last thing you expected was for Kaeya to see you.
“Looks like our honorary knight continues their do-good streak.”
“It’s the least I can do.” You replied back, a sassy hand on your waist.
“Why don’t I accompany you?”
You wanted to scream.
Paimon actually did groan before stating she was going to stay in the city.
And suddenly, your distraction was running exactly opposite to your intention. With Kaeya joining your party, the Cavalry Captain was making himself decidedly known you.
He led you around a cliff, showing you a higher area where you could survey the camp before bursting in guns blazing. There were six Hilichurls, some slimes scattered about and two towers already set-up in this enemy campsite.
You decided to stick together, coming in from the high ground and slamming your weapon into the ground at unsuspecting enemies. It felt nice to fight alongside someone again, oftentimes you were alone in your adventures. Paimon would yell words of encouragement, but never would she actually lift a finger to fight. But Kaeya was reliable, freezing enemies into place and shattering them where they stood.
Taking down some of the outer-rim electro Hilichurls equipped with bows, you were nearly finished with clearing the entire camp. You grabbed the pyro slimes and exploded them near the towers, taking down the camp with them. With the camp almost completely disassembled, you heard the tell-tale electronic power-up that only signified one enemy.
A ruin guard.
Hunched over, you watched as multiple missiles took aim on the nearby unsuspecting Cavalry Captain. Running the best you could, you threw decorum out the window as you all but tackled the poor man out of harm's way.
Rolling a few times, there was no surprised yelp from the man beneath you. He simply allowed you to take the wheel until you came to a stop, hovering over his body. Kaeya was undoubtedly taller than you, but you were face-to-face as he smirked beneath you.
“Wow, not that I’m against this.” Kaeya started, a quip ready. “But ask me out to dinner first.”
You flushed and stood up immediately, “I was saving you!”
“I’ll let you save me any day of the week.” Kaeya replied, earning a half-assed scowl on your behalf. He only laughed at you, calling your attempted look of intimidation only served to make a cute pout instead.
You huffed and considered leaving him with the ruin guard.
From then on there was no doubt about it - Kaeya was flirting with you.
And you were openly flirting back, if of course he decided a less obnoxious moment. In between commissions and nights at Angel’s Share, Kaeya flirtations were growing more and more brazen. It was one thing to kiss the top of your hand in greeting and another entirely for Kaeya to throw his hand across your hair, leaning in to openly bury his nose in your hair.
Diluc called you both disgusting.
Tonight, you entered Cat Tail’s semi-inconspicuously to get a drink. Paimon had long caught onto your game, saying that she surprisingly approved of Kaeya, since after all he was still a good guy in some ways.
But, she still was not exactly a fan of you too making “kissy-faces” at each other, her words. And so tonight you were flying solo, Paimon opting to annoy Amber instead tonight as they tracked down some abyss mage or other.
You tried your best to hang around the bar, looking around the tavern to see if the object of your desire was anywhere around. You meandered for a few minutes, saying greetings to other bargoers that had recognized you, before approaching the bartender if Kaeya has been around
The bartender recognized you immediately. It was hard not to place one of the few new people in Mondstadt, especially one that was crushing much of the country's enemies. Diona had mentioned before that you were a friend of Diluc’s, often more than just a customer at the rival tavern. No, you were seen running around the city with the red-head at random times.
She said the worst thing you could have ever suspected.
“I think Kaeya has a hot date tonight.”
You felt a lump in your throat form, but tried to keep your response guarded. “Oh?”
The bartender continued, “Yeah, I’m not sure if it was Paula? Or Maggie tonight? But you know the captain - always changing up his escapades.”
“Right, of course.” You replied back, words coming out before you could even register it. Instead, you kept on nursing your drink, spiteful words from the bartender marinating in your mind.
Kaeya was mysterious, yes. But was he leading you on?
… Was it right of you to trust him?
The first red flag should have been the fact that you knew nearly nothing about him personally. To think that you had spent all this time together talking and fighting alongside one another, but you could not even recall basic facts about him, let alone anything deep. You were unaware of his family history - Diluc was his brother, but it was the red-head who ended up confiding that fact to you.
Kaeya was so charming that you hadn’t even noticed he shut you out of his world.
And so there was no point in actively keeping a one-sided friendship like that. From then forth, you resolved to avoid the Cavalry Captain for the time being. You knew you had to free Dvalin together, but that did not mean you had to swoon for him in your free time.
It was almost expected of you to join him on Friday nights at Angel’s Share, but tonight you were missing. Neither Charles nor Diluc had seen you the entire day. There were probably a hundred different things you were doing - gathering resources, fighting slimes - and so Kaeya thought little of it.
But he was still disappointed not to see your face that night.
And so he thought nothing was wrong the next day when he saw you in the city square, talking to someone at the general store. He approached you and offered to join your party again, take down some enemies somewhere out in the country.
You didn’t even smile at him.
Not this time.
Just a curt no before you were leaving out the city gates.
The second time Kaeya already had enough and confronted you before you could even attempt to walk away.
He grabbed at your elbow, “Have you finally grown tired of me?”
You pulled it back, no real strength behind it as Kaeya still held you under his grip. “Kaeya, why is it that you keep reaching out to me? I have nothing of my own to offer - no money, no family - there is nothing left I can give you.”
He frowned in response but grabbed at your other hand, “I haven’t asked you for anything, have I?”
You looked away, “You don’t have to! It’s inherent, after all. Isn’t that why you asked me to team-up in the first place, to use me to find your criminals?”
Kaeya mentally recoiled, “Woah, back up. I may have guided you regarding the treasure but never have I maliciously led you on.”
You pulled at your hands to no avail, this time the captain actively trying to keep your attention on him.
“I just! I thought I meant something more to you, Kaeya.”
He smiled and tried to pull you into his chest, but you shoved off his touch this time fully.
“No! You can’t just hug me and think everything is okay. You’re supposed to be one of the good guys, one of the handful of people I can trust in Mondstadt and I know nothing about you.”
Kaeya did not reach for your hands, instead moving to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry that I hold my secrets close to my chest, but that’s what I’m used to.”
Frustrated, you replied. “Don’t you get tired? Holding the people that love you at an arm's length?”
“I’m sorry.” He repeated, this time reaching for you. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t special. Trust me, you’re the only one I’ve had eyes on ever since you landed here in Mondstadt.”
You shook your head, “But the bartender, she said -”
“Who cares what she said?” Kaeya interrupted, “They know village gossip, but they don’t know me or you.”
“I don’t really know you.” You replied.
Kaeya caressed the side of your cheek before lightly gently grabbing your hand again, “Then let’s start.”
With a hesitant smile, you closed your eyes and nodded.
“Okay.”
You had your doubts then and it’s not like an issue of trust was fixed overnight. But, to his credit, Kaeya tried as best he could. Instead of meeting randomly at the bar, he would approach you sometime during the day and set-up a date. How he knew where you were was a mystery, but a man with that many connections surely had a way.
He had no qualms about holding your hand or openly kissing your cheek in the presence of others - proclaiming loudly to one and all in Mondstadt that you were his and he was yours.
Taking your first argument to heart, Kaeya was very keen on communication. Anything you were unsure of, he expressed that he was by no means rushing you. And when you finally shared your first kiss, for once not a single soul in front of the Lord Barbatos statue, you leaned into his touch to get many more.
Kaeya made good on his promise, slowly letting you into his world in kind. You remembered one night as the both of you sat on the edge of Mondstadt, nothing but ocean for miles in front of you. You had your head on his shoulder, describing your adventures with your brother and how you missed having family.
Kaeya had a gentle hand in your hair, rubbing soothing circles as you recalled a time long ago. Once your story finished, you two continued to stare out, wondering what the future could hold as your minds swam in an endless sea of thoughts.
He broke the silence.
“I miss my brother also.”
Diluc was not always his estranged brother, but once a friend, supporter, and sounding board. Some even mistook them as truly twins in heart and mind, defending Mondstadt and having each other’s backs for years. The Diluc you had come to know was a shell of his old self, close friends and past hidden behind years of repressed feelings.
There was no doubt wistfulness in Kaeya’s eyes as he recalled the past to you, but you continued to listen quietly.
Your relationship with the Cavalry Captain was hardly easy. Often responsibilities called you both - Kaeya was highly stationed in Mondstadt while you still had seven other countries to visit. But that did not mean the end for you both. Even when you were thousands of miles away or sat atop the highest mountain without a clue to where he was, you cherished the thought that you still shared the same sky with the love of your life.
No matter where you were in Teyvat, you had Kaeya to return to.
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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]
Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc
Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”
(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)
Coming soon...
Albedo and Childe
Zhongli and Xiao
(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp
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Diluc
• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining
• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)
• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.
• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.
• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.
• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.
• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.
• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.
• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.
• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri
• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).
• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).
When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future.
It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...
"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.
"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"
He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.
• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)
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Kaeya
• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).
• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~
• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).
• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7.
• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?
• Would attend all annual events no matter what season.
• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."
• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.
• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.
• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.
• He didn't tell you of course.
• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.
• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.
Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.
Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find.
“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”
“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”
And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.
Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...
• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.
Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his. Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate!
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Lover's Quarrel
A/N: It’s been awhile since I wrote a piece for the Vikings fandom. Hope I haven’t lost my touch. Hope you all enjoy! Also, this one is a little more focused on Hvitserk rather than Ivar.
Pairing: Hvitserk x reader x Ivar
Warnings: Violence and mention of impregnation
Summary: A betrayal starts it all off making Hvitserk hurt and angry beyond anything else. He wants to shed blood, yours more specifically but Ivar won’t have it. He has other plans for you.
“How can she do this to us?!” Hvitserk stood up making his chair fall behind him in his sudden anger. “We’ve broken bread with her family! She grew up with us!” He paced around the room then stopped. “I love her.”
Hvitserk was trying to make sense of his love’s betrayal. He thought you’d always choose him and his brother Ivar than ever go against them. He was wrong. You chose your family over them.
“We must stick to the plan.”
Ivar brought up his hands and placed them just under his chin. He was deeply saddened by your betrayal but he didn’t want to show his men or Hvitserk just how much it was affecting him.
He needed some time alone to think of a plan to bring you back to him. One that’ll bound you to him forever without making you hate him entirely.
Once the battle ensued, Hvitserk was the first to break free and display the land red. He was fuelled with anger which showed.
When he spotted you out on the battlefield fighting too he was dead-set on what he was to do. Ivar followed his line of sight and knew that Hvitserk wasn’t in the right state of mind to face you just yet.
Hvitserk was about to rush forward but was pushed back by Ivar. They were both high on adrenaline but Hvitserk more so than everyone else. He’d been cutting down men and women left and right.
“I’ll kill her! I’ll do it!” Hvitserk yelled out, making his voice break at the end.
“No! No you won’t! I can’t let you!”
“She’s betrayed us!”
Ivar brought his head close to Hvitserk’s so he had his full attention.
“If you kill her then you’d never forgive yourself. I’d never forgive you if you do.” Hvitserk huffed at his brother but understood beyond his anger coursing through him. “Brother, look at me. I need you to listen. If you grab her we can take her as our hostage. She’s the key to all of this. Are you with me?”
“Yeah,” Hvitserk huffed.
“Do anything to get to her but don’t kill her. Got it?”
Hvitserk had a newfound intent on pursuing you. He was a man crazed with ambition.
He found your right-hand man and went toe-to-toe with him. He was a skilled warrior but Hvitserk had already configured his flaws.
He had a weak knee so that’s what he struck for. When he was brought down to the ground he wasted no time in finishing him off.
“Y/N!” Hvitserk yelled your name through the endless cries of battles. “Y/N!” He drawled out.
When you heard your name being shouted you turned to see Hvitserk standing on a hilltop by Ivar’s chariot. He held up your longtime friend’s head. He smiled displaying his blood stained mouth looking ever more menacing.
So many emotions racked through you at once. Though the sadness quickly turned to anger. You had spent many years training with the man Hvitserk killed. He was like family to you after having been placed by your side as a bodyguard.
Hvitserk watched on as he saw you striking everyone down that got in your way. He felt empowered to see how much of a fierce warrior you’ve become. He should know since he was the one who’d basically trained you.
Hvitserk jumped down from the hill he was on as you began to approach.
You faced each other down. He was breathing heavily with a bloody smile on his face. He kept gripping his sword in his hand. He was ready.
“You really want to do this?” It was never your intention to hurt him but for the sake of your people and family, what other choice did you have?
You could have always told him, that thought had never left your mind but Hvitserk was none too good at confrontation. He wouldn’t want to hear it. He would avoid it until it got too much to handle.
Then there was Ivar. He was always someone you could confide in but as of late you didn’t know if he was on the verge of being power hungry or just mad altogether.
“You’ve left me no choice.”
“I did what I had to do for my family. You of all should understand that.”
He turned his head looking at all the blood and death that was surrounding him. He looked back at you and lifted his head in the direction of the chaos.
“All of this is happening because of that decision. If you’d been with us. Things could have been different.”
“It’s just the way things have to be.”
“Oh yeah,” he sniffled and started to circle around you. “Let’s see what you can do then.”
You raised your sword just as he did the same. Hvitserk tapped the tip of your sword smiling then he swung at you.
You blocked it and tried pushing him back with as much energy as you could muster up but he was forcing all his strength down on your sword. He brought you down to one knee as you continued to block his sword with yours.
When you knew you couldn’t hold out much longer, you kicked his leg out making him drop to the floor. You quickly scrambled on top of him with your sword to his neck making him laugh.
His small fit of laughter had soon died down when you made no other attempt to hurt him. He looked into your eyes and clenched his jaw.
“Did you ever love me?”
“Of course I did.”
“More than Ivar?” Hvitserk had never bothered to hide the fact that he was always jealous of his little brother.
“The same.”
Hvitserk took your downcast look as an opportunity to flip you both over. He placed his hands over your neck shaking you.
“Tell me the truth?! After everything I’ve done for you! All that I shared! It was all for you! Now tell me who you loved more?”
He added more pressure onto your neck making you gasp. Tears were rushing from your eyes as you looked up at Hvitserk.
It was unbelievable to think that just a few weeks ago he was staring down at you in this same position, only with kinder eyes and a gentler touch ready to leave his ways all behind and go away with you.
Ivar and Hvitserk shared you but as of late Hvitserk was starting to get more possessive. He was falling harder each time. He had always been with you.
Meanwhile, Ivar did break away to be with Freydis because he believed her when she spoke lies to him.
In that time, Hvitserk claimed you as his. He had never fallen so hard for one woman and the betrayal had hit him tenfold. He took it harder than anything else in his life.
When the time came that Ivar realized how rotten Freydis was, all he wanted was you back. He became obsessed with taking you away from Hvitserk.
“You,” your answer was quiet and strangled but Hvitserk heard. He pulled his hands away and looked at your face. “It was always you Hvitserk.”
Even in the midst of battle, Hvitserk leaned down and placed a small chaste kiss to your lips. You hadn’t reciprocated which didn’t go unnoticed.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke. Before you even had the chance to speak he hit your head against the ground rendering you unconscious. He picked you up over his shoulder and carried you to Ivar’s chariot.
Once he placed you inside, Ivar was quick to inspect your injury behind your head. He placed his hand on the spot where Hvitserk struck you. He brought his fingers up showing Hvitserk the blood on them.
“She’s bleeding.”
“How else did you expect her to come willingly?”
Hvitserk was beyond irritated and confused. He didn’t know what to think or feel about the whole situation. He loved you but the betrayal is what stopped him. He wanted to harden his heart.
“You’ve damaged her Hvitserk. I didn’t want her hurt or have any more reason for her to distrust us.”
“More than she already does?! Look where we are at. We are in battle. She’s already lost to us.”
“She isn’t lost on me. She could love me again.” Ivar brushed your cheek with his fingers gently. When he smiled down at your unconscious form Hvitserk couldn’t help but become even more annoyed.
“Whatever. When we get back we’ll have her chained.”
“Chained?” Ivar was appalled by his brother’s nonchalant response. “She will not be chained like some animal Hvitserk.”
“Where do you expect her to be held at?”
“My room. We’ll keep the doors locked at all times but she will be treated as a guest no doubt.”
“A prisoner treated like a guest?” Hvitserk scoffed at the idea.
“Brother you are so hostile.” Hvitserk was unamused. “I thought you loved her?”
“She betrayed us. Lied to me!” Hvitserk couldn’t help but kick up the dirt and throw one of his daggers at a tree.
“Funny, that’s what you did to me, yet, here we are. Truth is brother, despite all you’ve done against me, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be the one to kill you but Y/N convinced me otherwise. She saved your life.” Hvitserk paused and turned to look at Ivar. This was all news to him. His features softened and his shoulders relaxed as he thought of how you would actually do that to save him. “Once you put a baby in her, she’ll forgive us.”
“What do you speak of Ivar?” Hvitserk narrowed his brows and approached the chariot slowly.
“You’ll be the one to put a baby in her. As you know, I cannot have children nor provide any for her, but you can. If she has a baby with you then she cannot be against us.”
“You’re sick, Ivar.”
“Is it not your wish to fill her with babies and be the father of her children?”
Hvitserk rested his hand on top of the chariot as he leaned forward. “Not like that.”
“Only time will tell,” Hvitserk backed away when he saw his brother’s condescending smirk on his face. He never knew just how far he'd go until now.
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My Beloved Cherry Blossom ~ Yamaoka Kazan/The Oni x Fem!Reader
Note: Since Kazan lived in the feudal era, and died there, his S/O would be someone from that time, so, just like him, she'd be dead, so the shock of seeing the dead back alive would be great for him...Who also died in a painful death. Haha.
"My son, you reached the age when you have to marry and ensure the continuation of our bloodline. Since you haven't bothered looking for a potential wife, I took the liberty of finding you a pretty girl. She is the daughter of a respectable samurai who guards the Emperor, and her father ensured she is a very capable, smart and understanding woman, so she will be able to deal with your...Temper." Kazan's father sat down with his son, who scowled, offended at what he heard, but despite all this, he was well aware of this bother he had to deal with.
"...Yes, father." he muttered, sharply looking down at the floor.
"We will go to meet her tomorrow, at her home, an in less than a month, we will have the marriage. I know you are not the type to care about families and women...But you have to do anything in your power to ensure the honor and survivability of the Yamaoka bloodline." yes, of course, his father just had to sigh in disappointment.
"I understand, father. I will make you proud." Kazan answered before leaving the room to train, as a way to let out the pent up rage.
Who needed women and a family? He certainly didn't care about that. They were a nuisance. A weakness, at best. Father is too much of a sentimental, even for a samurai. What a ridiculous charade...
And his displeasure continued even the next day, as he dressed in a rich, official kimono, to show off his heritage, but at the same time, his long hair was put in a disheveled ponytail, rebel strands flying with the wind, and the neck of his outfit was lowered down enough to show his outlaw-ish predisposition. Needless to say, his father was angered by this side of his son - Surely, he taught him better! - But it was far too late, and they had already arrived at the L/N estate.
Just outside the big, beautiful house, a petite young woman, her long dark hair shining like ebony, her skin as white as snow...She looked so frail that she'd almost resemble a snowdrop. And she was delicately playing a soft, yet sorrowful tune on her bamboo flute, while her father put a pink flower in her hair, looking at her with nostalgia and love.
Kazan look at his own father, before glancing back at the girl whom he found out was named Y/N, and realised how big of a difference it was to was a son, compared to having a daughter. The difference in the two men's behaviour was huge.
He once heard a samurai, whose wife had just given birth to his daughter, "Treat your daughter the way you wish her husband would treat her." He didn't care at first, obviously - Kazan's mind was never on marriage - But now he was beginning to understand the meaning of his words, for they were wiser than anticipated.
Her father was tender, and treating her as if she was the soft petal of a cherry blossom, and his voice was low, loving and respectful, not wanting to startle her in any way...He was talking as if he was trying to keep the zen equilibirum intact at all costs.
The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be like Yin and Yang...
But how could Kazan possibly behave in such a way, when all he knew was to be a rageful brute who would destroy everything in his path in the loudest, brashest way possible?
"Ah, Yamaoka-san, you have arrived. And you brought your son with you. It's an honour finally meeting you, Kazan. Here, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, dear, why don't you go prepare some osmanthus tea for our tired travelers, while I guide them to our table in the cherry blossom garden?" her father pat her hair, and in return, she bowed slightly at the guests, offering them a gentle smile, that would put all of Spring's flowers to shame.
"Yes, right away, father. I hope you will like our flower garden. Papa had them all planted in honour of my mama. They are all her favourite kinds and colours." ah, yes, of course. Women have a special kind of bond with their mother - That was something he would never be able to fully comprehend, Kazan realised very easily, by the way the girl was close to shining as soon as she talked about her birth-giver.
The son of the Yamaoka family obvious saw women before - He wasn't an idiot - And he had enough experience with them...But there was something different about this one. She was...So...Innocent? She seemed to naive and not from this world, almost as if she had no idea of the terrors of the world outside of her residence.
It was such an endearing thing, almost exciting - But the young samurai wasn't sure if he wanted to protect this innocent ignorance at all costs...Or if he wanted to shatter it into pieces and taint it completely.
But that question was easily answered as soon as she came back and started pouring tea for him. And then later in their marriage, the way she behaved so gently with him, it was so weird, so foreign to him, and yet, it made him feel something else...Something completely different from the bubbling, infernal rage he could feel in his chest all the time.
It was soothing, mending his soul completely, for some reason that he couldn't comprehend at all.
But why should he, anyway? He was content just having her by his side whenever he was home. Only she was able of taming the storm that clouded his mind and soul.
His little cherry blossom.
And only the Gods knew how many men he had to kill to make sure she isn't harmed, or prayed upon. He never realised how many desperate, disgusting, dishonorable and lecherous men could be, but Kazan wasn't going to let her see anything other than the honour of a samurai - Like him, his father, and her own father.
However, not even her gentle soul would be able to contain his rage whenever he'd hear that dreadful, shameful nickname they would call him.
"Oni-Yamaoka"
Why was he an Ogre, all of a sudden? Because he brought justice upon the fakes who made a mockery of the code of the samurai? Because he wanted to protect the sole person he cared for in this life?
Even his father was against the aggressiveness he displayed on the battlefield, and in the actions he took...It almost felt like even his father was agreeing with that stupid nickname!
"Here, Kazan, lay your head on my lap and forget about your worries, at least for tonight." Y/N pat her lap with a sweet smile, her eyes gleaming with love and benevolence as she reached out her other hand to reach out to him, and as if possessed, he followed her lead absent-mindedly.
"Y/N." Kazan called out after a few minutes of having his eyes closed, feeling himself relaxing as her fingers were soothingly playing with his long, untameable hair. "Why do you always tell me to lay on your lap, whenever I'm angry?"
"Do you not like it, darling?" she asked, but the passive smile on her face showed that she knew that wasn't the case at all.
"I do. I was just wondering why." he grumbled in a lower voice, which made her muse, her smile shaping into an almost kitten-like one.
"My mama always did that to papa. She said that the best place for a man to relax is on a girl's thighs. I don't think she was wrong." oh, what a sweet giggle she had. It sounded crystalline, like a river of diamonds going through the forest.
"...I won't comment on that." the man closed his eyes, not wanting to give in to the flushed sensation he felt hearing something so embarrassing.
"You do not have to be embarrassed, my dear. We are man and wife. There is nothing we could do or say that would be worth or deemed as embarrassing." she reassured him with an amused tone, as her small hand touched his bare chest, just where his heart would be.
"Why are you not afraid of me, like the rest of them? You are nothing more than a frail woman. You have the eyes of a baby fawn, and the frail bones of a rabbit. You are nothing more than a flower in comparison to me. I could snap your neck like a twig if I'm not careful touching you. And yet, you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and while at it, you encourage me to be the same as well. I will never understand the complexity of women and their thinking." the samurai sighed, grumbling in faux annoyance.
"My, my, was that what was on your mind? How lovely of you to be concerned about me. Well, I will tell you a little secret, since you are so curious, but make sure it stays between the two of us, alright?" she giggle softly, almost like a little child kissing her crush on the cheek, and it made Kazan's heart flutter. Was she truly trusting him with a secret? What did he do so worthy to her that she deemed him the perfect candidate as a secret-keeper?
"I would not dare tell your secret even to the Emperor himself, or my father." came the samurai's vow with such seriousness, that made the girl grin.
"You see, women aren't physically strong like men are, but what we lack physical prowess, we make up for our incredible emotional strength. So, I believe that, at least in these times of war and bloodshed, a man's role is to protect the physical body of the woman, while the woman's role is to protect her man's heart and soul. Without balance, there is no future and no happiness, wouldn't you agree? If we don't make the best out of this life, and look at the beauty of the world...Then have we even lived at all?" there was wisdom in the words that Kazan deemed rather naive, and yet...What she said wasn't wrong, per se. In fact, it was true. He was well aware that, with his body, the best he could do was protect her, but he would never be able to sooth her broken heart the same way she does to him...And likewise, he remembered the mirthful laugh he let out when she tried lifting his weapon from the ground.
However, he wasn't going to say anything out loud, and decided that, instead of voicing his opinions, he'd rather grunt and close his eyes, letting sleep take over him, his head still resting on her soft thighs.
Maybe having a wife wasn't as bad as he once thought...
But times change fast - Years pass, lives pass, the river passes...And yet, only one thing doesn't pass, and that is Yamaoka Kazan's rage, which only grew stronger and stronger with each day, and each time he heard himself getting called "The Oni".
He was desperately angry, and not even Y/N's loving touch or sweet voice could save his soul, so much, that in fear of accidentally hurting her, he decided to stay out and train or go on and kill more and more samurai impersonators, hoping to somehow release all his anger and be able to return home.
He knew Y/N would be worrying for him, but she needn't do such a thing, it would only hurt her heart, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was strong, and feared - Who would dare go against Yamaoka Kazan, anyway?
The days away from home multiplied, and he was away for a stupefying month...Y/N must be crying, worried sick. He wasn't afraid of anything physical in this world, yet the thought of her doe eyes shedding tears...It was something he was terrified of, especially if he was the cause of that.
But on the way home, he found a pink lotus flower, and he thought she would love it, so he gently took it with him back home. It was raining, and an ominous feeling crept into Kazan's heart, and he realised there seemed to be an almost dark aura around his home.
It wasn't yet sleeping time, so why were there no candles lit? There was no sign of any living being there? Where were the servants? Where was his beloved Y/N, waiting for him on the porch, playing the flute the way she always did?
Something was not right...
The man rushed inside the house, and as soon as he slammed open the sliding door, he was met with nothing that he expected - Pools of blood on the floor, while the otherwise neutral-coloured walls were splattered with the red liquid, and the corpses of the servants were brutally mangled and thrown around as if they were defect ragdolls.
It wasn't the horrifying sight that scared him, but the fate of his wife - So he made haste and ran to their shared room...And there she was.
In more pieces than she should be in.
Her hair was a mess, her kimono was a mess, her make up was a mess...And she had been tortured, from the way her wounds, slashes and cuts looked on her body.
Who...? Who could do something so...So...Disgusting...To a defenseless woman who had no means of fighting back?
Where was the honour in defeating a weak civilian, such as her? What was the purpose of this massacre?! Was it to anger him? To bring out the Ogre from him? Is it what they all wanted? To see The Oni they feared and hated so much? They got revenge on a small woman, just to get to him?!
"Ah, Kazan, finally. Took you quite a while to return home...I thought her body would rot away and get swarmed with maggots by the time you'd return. And what's that in your hand? A flower? Did you want to apologise to her with a stupid flower? You have caused my daughter immense distress, and yet, she loved you to the very end. You should have seen her cry out your name, praying for you to come back home and save her...But, alas, the Ogre is never home! He is so busy killing, that he didn't realise he killed his own wife! Hahaha! Yamaoka Kazan, you are a pathetic excuse of a man, you could never come close to her strength! I tried everything to get her to tell me your secrets...But she didn't say a word. She ignored me. In the end, she came to hate me, her own father, who cared and loved her since she was born...And she loved you, some spineless monster who knows nothing but carnage!" what...? What was this man saying...? Is he truly implying that he tortured his own daughter to death, for...Information...On him...?
"What...Did you do...?!" red was the only thing he could see, as he couldn't help but stare deep into her dead eyes that still held the fright and agony they last felt when she was still alive.
"I KILLED HER! I KILLED MY OWN DAUGHTER, Y/N! This whole marriage was meant to bring down your stupid family of brutes and uncontrollable monsters! It was meant to kill YOU! But she was stupid! Nothing more than a sentimental woman! She LOVED you, a monster who knows only bloodlust! It's YOUR fault that she is dead, Kazan! YOU killed her! YOU!" her father yelled at him only meaningless gibberish.
In fact, Kazan couldn't comprehend words anymore. Instead, he could only hear whispers - They were soft and feminine...They sounded like Y/N...Could her ghost be talking to him? Was she trying to calm him down one more time, from beyond this world?
Yes, you were a saint, truly...It was a pity you had to meet him...If you hadn't, you'd have still been alive...And your beautiful flute song would still resound around the forest, along with the thrill of the birds.
"I am sorry, Y/N" was the last thing Kazan thought...
As The Oni took over completely, and went on the greatest blood shed known to mankind at that time...
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What am I doing here...? What is this strange place...? It looks nothing like the beautiful flower garden Kazan made for me...So where am I?
The girl looked around like a confused meerkat, asking herself a limitless amount of questions, only to look down and realise her beautiful pink kimono was dirty with mud, and she gasped in shock. How could she let that happen! She can't let Kazan see her like this, what would he think?!
Ah, yes, that's it, just look around for Kazan, he'll surely know what's going on!
However, instead of finding her strong samurai, she saw three other people, all looking of a different race than her, and wearing such strange clothes...
Was she behind fashion, and she had no idea? She was sure she was buying only the best kimonos there were...!
"What are you just standing around for?! Run! We have to repair the generators!" a girl with unnatural coloured hair yelled at her before she sprinted the hell out of there.
Generators...? What are...Generators...? And why is this place so creepy...?
Hold up...This paper wall maze...This was from her home! Yes, that means she was close to home!
She ran through the little maze with a smile on her face, only to see one of the man working very focused on some kind of contraption, and he urged her to help him out.
She sheepishly crouched opposite of him, frightened, but she carefully tried to do something, but instead, a loud noise and sparks came out, and she shrieked in fear, shielding her face as she fell on her back.
"What kind of sorcery is this?!" she cried out, her eyes watering.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to die that badly?! Get a grip and do something useful for once!" the man screamed in her face, before running the hell out of there.
Why were they all so rude to her...?
She was so used to her family, her servants, friends and Kazan to be nice with her, that she didn't realise people like these existed too.
A bit shaky, Y/N got up, trying to pat away the dust from her dirty kimono, and continued to look the estate...Only to find her home...But why was it in such a deplorable state...? Surely, she wouldn't allow her beloved home to end up like this...!
As Y/N made her way inside the home, she noticed the scary amount of blood splattered all over the place...Almost as if there was more red than colours of walls an the floor. It was so frightening...And confusing.
Who died here? And how in the world...I mean...She was sleeping, and then...
Oh.
Oh.
No.
She wasn't sleeping...
As soon as she stepped into her room, she didn't notice the blood on the floor, but the discarded pink lotus that laid on her pillow. As she crouched to take the flower in her room, she got a sudden flashback of her memories from the night she died...
She waited for Kazan, and the elderly servant woman was comforting her, pouring her tea and patting her back, as she played the same flute song she did when she first met beloved.
But then, her father paid her a visit...And a true hell was unleashed...
Her own father did something so atrocious...Such a betrayal was nothing she could ever phantom in her own life, and yet, her life was ended not by a stranger, but by her own kin.
As silent tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her delicate cheeks, a loud roar shook the whole estate, and the brusque blurting in the room of a huge man was enough to fright her to fall on the ground with a startled yelp.
And yet...
The raised weapon, the samurai garments he wore...And that Oni mask... There was only one person in the world who could look like this.
"Kazan...?" her voice came out weaker than a whisper, and she wasn't sure if he even heard her calling out his name. For a split second, she was terrified of the thought of that horribly enormous weapon striking her down where she stood, in her own bed, for the second time...And yet...
The monstrously big man dropped his weapon and slowly crouched in front of her, picking up the flower and putting it in her hair, pinning it away from her gorgeous face.
"Y/N...It really is you..." his voice came out as a dark grunt, in fact, in very much sounded like a demon, and yet, his moves and actions seemed more delicate than even this lotus flower.
The girl started laughing from happiness, allowing more tears to escape her eyes, being reunited with the love of her life, and she threw herself in her arms, feeling safer than she ever did in her life.
"I missed you so much, my dear Kazan...I missed you so...I can't believe such things happened to us...And yet, here we are, together again, even in death, even in hell." as she said that, she slowly took away his mask, and revealing his rugged face, obviously one of a man seasoned in war and tortured to death - She put her hand on his cheek, just as he used to do with her, and caressing him, she leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead.
It was meant not only as a lucky charm, but as a 'home sweet home' as well, for there was no home without Kazan's arms wrapped around her protectively...
And there was no home without the petite body of his beloved S/O in his strong embrace, watching her fall asleep.
"I promise you never leave you again, my beloved cherry blossom." he said so, and yet, having been in this Hell longer than her, he knew of the atrocities she, as a Survivor, would have to endure, and the hell the Entity would put on the both of them.
And yet...
If anyone even dares to look at her the wrong way, The Oni would make sure that, no matter how immortal the Killer might be, he would bring an end to them.
He already lost her once, and he's not going to let a tragedy befall her ever again.
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could you do a fantasy au with bakugou as a kitsune? you’ve just recently moved into a cottage in the woods to get away from your previous life, when you stubble across baku in a trap surrounded by hunters! you of course aren’t going to let some assholes hurt an innocent creature, so you devise a plan to get him free. you draw the hunter’s attention away from the caged baku, causing them to run off. you then get to baku, and are able to free him. though a slight problem, the hunters are coming back, and they see you messing with their ‘find.’ while you’re frozen in place, baku literally picks you up, and jumps into the trees, evading gunshots. he keeps you there until the hunters go away.
after all this drama, you start hanging out with the kitsune more and more. you two get closer as time goes on, and bakugou becomes more and more infatuated and protective of you. he’s touchier, softer, and overall more gentle with you. he even lets you touch his ears and tail. everything is all well and good when oh no, the hunters are back, and they’re out for revenge. while you’re at the cottage, they ransack your home, chasing you out into the woods. you’re sprinting, calling for bakugou as the hunters are gaining. just then, none other than the fox himself jumps in and beats the absolute shit outta the hunters. he then turns to you, worry as well as rage in his eyes. he sees they’ve hurt you, and that’s the final nail in the coffin for what he’s about to do. “Stay with me.” he pleads. “you don’t have a safe home anymore, and even if you did, i can’t promise your safety. i NEED you to be safe, okay. stay with me as my mate. i’ll hunt for you. i’ll protect you. anything, and you’ve got it.” you’re stunned. eyes wide, you ask him why. why does he care so much? nobody else ever did, so why does he, as powerful and as beautiful as he is. the answer isn’t as hard as you would think “it’s because i fucking love you...”
OKAY this is definitely long and more of a vent than anything but i think it’s so cute! just imagine cuddling with him as soft and as cute as he would be, hanging over you like a jungle cat. very nice, very nice indeed
kitsune!Bakugou x gn!reader (I couldn't think of a title, sorry)
Genre: Fantasy
Warnings: Swearing caz Bakugou, brief mentions of gunshots (that’s it I think?? But if there’s anything I missed please let me know)
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: Tysm for requesting, this was such a cute idea! I’m sorry this took some time, exams are coming so my writing’s a little slow haha. I wrote this to be gn!reader but if anywhere implies otherwise please let me know :) And to everyone else who requested, I’m working on them!
Y/N: Your name
L/N: Last name
You had recently moved into a little cottage in the woods, not too far away from the main city, but enough to be away from the busy, commercial life you once lived. Others might disagree, but you felt more at peace among nature, like you were truly satisfied. You had never enjoyed living among many people, so you were excited to start your new life, out here in the woods. As you walked back to your cottage after taking a walk to familiarize yourself with your new surroundings, you heard a few voices up ahead. You groaned, not wanting to socialize with anyone, but before you could turn to take a different route to avoid whoever was there, you overheard one of the voices say, “We’re gonna get a fine amount of money for this creature’s fur, ya hear me? So make sure the trap is secure.” A couple of other voices mumbled in agreement. You frowned. Although you could not really make out what animal they had caught, you did know that whatever they were doing, it sounded illegal. You sighed. You did not want to confront anyone, but you made your way towards the voices. You saw three men surrounding a cage, holding… guns? “What have I gotten myself into?” you internally groaned, but it was too late to turn back now. “Um, excuse me?” you called out hesitantly. They turned at the sound of your voice, looking displeased. You smiled nervously. “Hi, um, it’s actually illegal to hunt in this area…” you trailed off, seeing their annoyance. “How would you know, you little punk? Go braid daisy crowns or whatever you do in this dump,” one of them sneered at you. You were slowly growing irritated, but you kept the smile on your face, determining to help whatever animal they had imprisoned. “Ok, well, I was going to let you know that if you walk a few miles from here, there is a hunting area. You guys aren’t the first hunters I’ve seen around here,” you lied through your teeth, trying to distract them to give you enough time to release the trapped creature. “If you check it out, I’ll forget I even saw you guys here, and no one will know that y’all were hunting illegally, ok? Plus, I’ve seen a lot of finer animals in that area.” “Maybe we should listen to her, boss,” one of the hunters said to the one who had spoken to you first. “I mean, it is just a fox, and if we’re caught…” he whispered the rest of his sentence to their leader, who in turn frowned. “Fuck, whatever. How far is the hunting area, kid?” he asked, the question directed to you. “Oh, um, about… 10 miles from here? In that direction,” you said, pointing. “You better not be lying to us,” the hunter glared at you, making you gulp. You tried to act nonchalant until they were out of sight, then immediately rushed to the trap. You gasped when you saw a beautiful fox with… tan, almost golden fur. You had never even heard of foxes that colour. The hunters were idiotic to listen to you and leave this amazing creature, but you were glad they did. The fox made a low, growling noise, snapping you out of your trance. “Ah, right, I’m sorry, I’ll let you out now, don’t worry,” you said, suddenly feeling stupid that you were conversing with an animal. You quickly set your attention onto setting it free. The trap looked complicated to deactivate, but you realized it was actually quite simple, and you managed to free the fox in no time. “There you go,” you smiled, “You’re free now.” Surprisingly, the fox lingered, studying you with beautiful carmine eyes. First tan fur, now red eyes? “You’re like something outta a fairy tale, huh? So pretty,” you said softly, gazing at it at wonder, when you heard distant voices shouting.
Crap. The hunters.
“You really thought you could fool us! There were no animals in that area!” “Ahaha fuck, I’m in trouble,” you murmured, thinking of a way to escape, when you remembered the fox was still here! “Hey uh, you really should get outta here-” you said, turning to find not a fox, but a man with fox ears and a- no wait, nine tails. Your eyes widened, freezing as you tried to process what just happened.
“Oi, dumbass, if you’re not gonna run they’re gonna get you, you know.”
“I- uhhh… well this is a weird dream,” you chuckled nervously. “Tch, idiot,” was all he said before picking you up bridal-style and running faster than the hunters could catch up. You felt something whizz past your ear. “HOLY FU- THEY’RE SHOOTING AT US!” you yelled, grabbing at the man’s collar. “Thanks for stating the obvious, dumbass!” he yelled back. “Now would you shut up so I can focus on not dying?” You quickly turned silent after that statement. Without warning the… man? fox? man fox?? suddenly took a huge leap into the trees, landing on a branch that somehow held his weight. You yelped, then quickly covered your mouth in order to keep quiet as you saw the hunters running past from underneath. “They’re gone now,” you heard the man speak as he set you down on the branch. The tree you both were on was sturdy, giving you a secure foothold. You turned to face him. “Uh, thanks for saving me back there, but I’m pretty sure you were a fox when I first saw you…?” “Tch. Humans really have gotten dumber over the past few years haven’t they. I’m a kitsune. Ya know what that is?” Your eyes widened. “A-a kitsune as in the ones in the fairy tales? The foxes who can shapeshift to humans, and have many tails…” you trailed off, feeling stupid that you had not noticed earlier. The kitsune smirked in response. “Yeah, and I have nine, meaning I’m the most powerful. You’re lucky I was there to save you.” “You saved me? Who was trapped in a cage, huh? If anything, you should be thanking me,” you huffed, annoyed. Who did he think he was? He said nothing, simply gazing at you with interest written all over the flaming pools of scarlet that were his eyes. You tried not to feel intimidated by them, not knowing what powers this creature possessed. You could not deny that he was beautiful as a human, alluring even, with blonde hair similar to his fox fur, and his body looked as if it were sculpted by gods. You gulped, forcing yourself to stop staring at all the scars scattering his bare chest. He smirked as if he knew exactly what you were thinking of, causing your face to heat up. “Where do you live, dumbass? I’m sure you can’t climb down trees.” You rolled your eyes, embarrassed that he was right. “Not far from here, I’ll manage.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” was all he said before he lifted you in his arms again, leaping to the ground and taking you home in no time. “I didn’t even give you directions,” you said, confused. He sighed. “I could smell your scent from here. Why do you live in the middle of the forest?” “Caz I want to??” you said. “That’s weird,” he responded. “Don’t you live here too though?” you retorted. You saw a smirk flicker briefly on his face before being replaced again with his bored expression. “I’ll see you around then, dumbass.” He said, turning to leave. “Wait!” you called out, immediately regretting it. Why’d I do that? But there was no time to question your actions as he looked at you, eyebrow raised. “Uh, I-I just wanted to know your name,” you said a little breathlessly. “Katsuki Bakugou,” he said, never breaking eye contact. “Bakugou, huh? Well, I’m Y/N L/N,” you replied. Bakugou shrugged. “I’ll be leaving then dumbass.” You huffed. “I literally just told you my name!” “And?” was all he said, before vanishing through the foliage of trees. You exhaled slowly, feeling a little disoriented. You had so many questions but decided not to think too much of the day’s events, instead opting for relaxing in your new home.
The next day, you decided to just hang out at home, yet you could not get the kitsune out of your mind, making you frustrated. “Ah, fuck it,” you mumbled, before heading out. You were not sure where you were going, but you walked in the same direction you did yesterday. “What are you doing this you idiot? What if the hunters find you again?” you thought, yet your body did not listen, continuing to walk in the same path. You did not run into anyone on the way. Unfortunately, that included Bakugou. You decided to just sit down under a tree and read the book you had brought with you. You had been peacefully reading for a while, the sounds of the forest soothing to you ears.
“Well fancy seeing you here.” You whipped your head at the sound of his voice. You saw the fox with tan fur you rescued yesterday. “Bakugou?” He transformed into his human form, grinning as he did so. “So, what’re you doing here, dumbass? Missed me?” You rolled your eyes. “You wish. I came here to relax for a bit.” “Whatever you say, dumbass. What’re you reading?” You showed him your book, causing him to snort. “What?” you asked, slightly irritated. What was his deal? “Your taste is so bland, I’m not surprised.” “Fuck off,” you responded. “As if you’ve ever even touched a book before.” “I have,” Bakugou said, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t peg you as the type to read,” you said, getting back to your book. “Is that all modern-day kitsunes do these days?” Bakugou shrugged. “I’ve never met any others here.” You looked back at him, surprised. “So… you’re alone?” “Tch. I just prefer to be by myself.” You nodded. “Me too.” “Pfft, you? You look like someone who would love being around people, with how much you talk and all.” You glared at him. “And this is exactly why I like being on my own.” He raised his arms. “I guess I’ll leave then. Since you seem to really hate company, right dumbass?” “My name is not dumbass, it’s Y/N. Why’re you so rude?” you hissed. You were met with silence when you realized he had left. You could not believe you actually came out all this way just to talk to him, only for him to randomly leave mid-conversation. You huffed, shifting your position to get more comfortable. “I’m still here you know.” You jumped, hearing his voice from above you. “What the hell?” He snorted in amusement. “You really think you could get rid of me that easily, dumbass?” You rolled your eyes, but inside you felt secretly happy that he had stayed, and you hated it. “You’re so annoying,” you retorted, turning a page in your book, yet somehow not really seeing the words. It was quiet for a while, before Bakugou jumped back down to the ground, sitting next to you. “Read that for me,” he said in a tone unlike his usual one. “What?” “You seem to like this trash so much, so read it,” he said, making himself comfortable. You sighed. “Fine.”
And so began the afternoons you would spend with him. Every day, you would meet him under the same tree and read. Sometimes he would fall asleep next to you, exposing a more soft and vulnerable side of him, contrasting to his normally brash and rough personality. It was pretty sweet, and over time, your feelings for him only grew. You were not sure, but you felt that he too had become softer and gentler around you as time went on. He even let you pet his ears, blushing whenever you did so, trying to hide his flusteredness behind his colourful words. He even went as far as falling asleep on your lap in wolf-form, making you happy he could trust you with the more vulnerable side of him.
You were at home, about to leave to meet Bakugou, when you heard some commotion outside. You were about to check when you heard the door break open. “Find them!” you heard a loud voice say. Your blood ran cold. The hunters? Why were they so set on revenge? You heard something break as they stormed through your house. Before you could grab something to defend yourself, one of them burst into your room, causing you to freeze. “There you fucking are,” he said moving towards you, blocking the exit. Thinking fast, you opened the window next to you and jumped out. Thankfully, it was close to the ground, so you easily picked yourself up and you ran, not daring to look back, but you heard them shouting and running after you. You sprinted down the familiar path, calling for Bakugou as you did. “Goddammit, where are you Bakugou?” you yelled as the hunters gained on you, when-
“The HELL you fuckers think you’re doing, HAH?”
You had never felt so relieved to hear his voice. “Bakugou!” “Stay behind me,” was all he said before going absolutely feral. He beat them up in no time, then watched as they ran away in terror. When he made sure they were gone, he turned to you, anger dissipating, his eyes filled with worry. “You ok?” You nodded weakly, then raised your arm, showing him the wound you had gotten when one of the hunters had shot at you. “It’s not bad, don’t worry. The bullet didn’t hit me, just grazed my skin.” “Shit,” Bakugou cursed as he took your arm in his hand, examining it. “That’s definitely more than a fucking graze.” “It’ll heal, I’m good at first aid,” you said. Bakugou looked at you, incredulous. “Dumbass, this needs more than first aid, are you really that stupid? Don’t move,” he said as his hands began to glow. He positioned them above your wound, using his power to heal you. “Thanks, Bakugou,” you said when he was done. “Really, I appreciate everything.” “Katsuki,” he said, not looking at you. “Huh?” you said, confused. “Call me Katsuki, dumbass.” A playful smile made its way on your lips. “Sure, when you call me Y/N.” He chuckled, then looked at you with a serious gaze. “I want you to stay with me.” You looked at him, dumbfounded. “W-What? What do you mean?” “Your home isn’t safe anymore. Those hunters could come back anytime, I went easy on them. I need you to be safe, Y/N, I-” he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “What would’ve happened to you if I wasn’t there? Just… please, become my mate Y/N. I’ll do anything for you, I’ll hunt for you, protect you, anything you want.” You were stunned, trying to process what he had just asked. “Y-You want me to be your… your mate? Why? And why would someone like you care so much about someone like me when no one really ever has?” He blushed, looking away to glare at the grass. “Fuck, I don’t know, maybe it’s caz I fucking love you, dumbass.”
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Is that seriously your password? (Birthday One-shots)
Prompt: Is that seriously your password?
Challenge: justkending Birthday drabbles and one-shots
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2100+
A/N: This was asked for a by anon, so thank you to whoever you may be! I thought this was cute little one-shot once it came to me! Also, coming up with the password took me a seconds, but then I heard Sebastian's voice in my head and well... Here we are;)
“Hey FRIDAY? Who all from the team is in the compound?” Y/N shouted from Tony’s lab where she was working on a new piece of equipment for her uniform.
“Everyone is out either on a mission or off the compound premises for personal business,” the AI responded. “However, Sergeant Barnes is in the living room reading.”
“He works. Can you ask him to come down here?” she continued, never breaking from her computer screen she was typing away on in front of her.
“Of course,” FRIDAY responded before going quiet for a minute and speaking back up. “He seemed rather confused by the request, but he’s on his way.”
“Always paranoid that one,” Y/N mumbled before shouting a thank you and going back to typing a storm.
A few minutes later, Bucky cautiously peaked through the glass doors to the lab and saw Y/N completely entranced in whatever she was working on in front of her. She was typing and scanning the screen quickly and then immediately turning to a notebook beside her to write whatever it was down.
“Why are you calling me down here out of all people?” he said almost concerned.
“Because everyone else is either fighting bad guys or off away from the compound doing their own thing,” she responded, finally breaking away from her computer screen upon hearing his voice.
“Oh,” he nodded before looking around and hesitantly coming in more.
He didn’t care to come down to Stark’s personal man cave much. Tony still threw sarcastic insults and passive jokes at him every once in a while even though they had made up and moved on. But it was Tony. He was kinda that way with everyone. Either way, they only really crossed paths if they absolutely needed too.
“Here, come here for a second,” she waved him over, pushing back her chair as she stood up and stretched some.
Bucky listened even though his face showed he was confused and hesitant about it all. It wasn’t Y/N either. They were actually good friends after all the missions and team dinner and movie nights of getting to know each other. They shared a lot in common. She was an old soul for a pretty young member of the crew and Bucky admired that. Because of her mannerisms and interest, they got a long rather quick. It made it easy for them to instantly click.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he saw her raise her hands and projections of pieces of her suit for missions popped up in pieces in the air with what looked like notes and statistics floating around them. The blueprints for it all lit up in front of them without a screen to stay on. He may never get used to the advancement of technology because anytime he saw something new, something crazier would pop up soon after.
“I came up with some new little tricks for my suit. It’s not not a bad outfit, but there’s always something new that can be better and improved,” she shrugged, moving the pieces around in the air with her fingers.
Oh yeah, and next to Tony and Banner, the woman could maneuver through almost any form of technology as if it was as easy as learning how to count to 10 on your fingers.
“I only have the metal on the bottom of my boots, and it’s worked for this long. But, I feel like there’s ways I can discreetly add more throughout the suit without weighing it down, making it easier to maneuver when I’m airborne.”
Another note to know, Y/N was an enhanced. She had the ability to bend and manipulate any form of metal. So the metal that Tony had built into her shoes made it to where she could lift herself off ground level and fly. However, through trial and error, they noticed that they couldn’t really add it to many other places as it weighed her down and made fighting a lot less agile. Don’t get it wrong though. She made it work. She just preferred it to be better.
“Sounds like a smart idea.” He paused in the silence as she continued to analyze the layout in front of her silently. “Did you just want company to show off that big brain of yours, or am I supposed to give you an opinion?”
He was sassy with her. She was sassy back. It was the way of their friendship for the most part.
“No, Barnes. I need you to give me your password,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him with a stink face before moving back to the computer. He chuckled at her facial expression and followed her to her setup.
“Why do you need my password? You have your own account,” he questioned, watching as she went to log into the files under SHIELD's confidentials.
“No, actually. Mine went caput last night,” she huffed. “Some weird glitch happened, don’t ask me how because you would think Stark tech is more advanced, but whatever caused it made my account go haywire. In saying that...” She clicked a few more things moving faster than Bucky could keep up with on the screen. Then she turned to him and leaned back on the counter. “Tony was supposed to make me a new one or fix it, but he bailed on me today for brunch with Pepper... In Capri.” She let out a big breath. “So until he gets back, I’m at a standstill getting the information I need to fix this.” The smile on her face showed she was done telling her story.
“So you need my password to get confidential information?” he asked, crossing his arms and putting his weight onto one leg. “What kind of confidential stuff are we talking here because I don’t need Tony going through my history and asking me questions I can’t answer,” he pointed with raised eyebrows.
“Highly doubt he cares or has the time to go through your history, Buck,” she laughed, turning back around and raising her hand with a swift motion bringing the chair to her without actually touching it.
Bucky looked down at it as it moved and noticed the metal base of it. He was always shocked anytime she used her powers. For one, she was rather graceful with her own for the most part, so the act of watching her do it, was somewhat mesmerizing. But also, he was still trying to wrap his head around people born with abilities like that. Wanda really threw him for a loop the first time he met her.
Shaking out his head and following to stand by where she was sitting, he argued with her statement.
“Yeah, I’d think about that again,” he winced. “Out of all the people Tony is going to keep an extra eye on, who do you think it is?”
Y/N paused and turned to him scrunching her nose.
“Ok, yeah you’re right,” she nodded. Bucky sent her a look in agreement. “But I promise it’s not for anything crazy. I just want to find a resource for the lightest metal we can get our hands on. I think if I can get some of that, I can place it throughout my suit to not weigh it down as much and make any hand to hand combat about 100x easier and more fluent.”
“Sounds like a solid plan. What file do you think is going to hold something like that?” he nodded, crossing his arms again and leaning his backside on the table facing her in her chair.
“The same one that talks about vibranium,” she sassed some. “I just want to run some analytics to see my options on what will be most malleable for the suite. Some metals may be lighter, but that doesn’t always mean suitable for tons of kinesthetic motions.”
“You’re too smart for your own good,” he shook his head, smiling at her.
“I know. I got the beauty and brains,” she smiled with a shrug, but she was playing around. Y/N was never one to boast about herself. She was as humble as Tony was egotistical. “Ok, enough small talk. What’s your password, Barnes?”
All that was left to do on the page she had pulled up was type in said password and she was in.
“Uh, I don’t really want to say it outloud,” he said, becoming bashful all of a sudden. His arms tightening around him self consciously.
“Why?” Y/N asked with a tilt of her head. “Scared I’ll remember it and hack your account? May just search for some things that Tony would love to tease you about.”
“Haha,” he said flatly. “And no. I know for a fact you would never do that. You’re too nice for that,” he responded. “It’s just. It’s an embarrassing password.”
“It can’t be that bad. Come on, just say it Mister so I can get my research done!” she persisted, poking his flesh arm.
“Here, let me just type it,” he said, moving to the keyboard.
“Nuh-uh,” she said moving the keyboard with a flick of her wrist out of his reach. Damn practically everything for having some form of metal in it. “I’m too intrigued now. I want to know what it is…” The mischievous gleam in her eye showed Bucky he probably wasn’t going to win this.
“What happened to your sweet innocent self?” he said slightly shocked by her antics, but not able to hold back a chuckled.
“It’s her off day today. She needed a break… And a little fun,” she smiled wider. “Come on. Just tell me. I promise I won’t make fun of you.”
“I don’t think you can keep that promise.”
“Have I ever not?”
“I mean that one time when you promised to make chocolate chip pancakes because I was having a bad day, and then ditched me for a mission,” he noted. The fake hurt was exaggerated in his eyes.
“Hey! I have no control over when something like that comes up,” she pointed at him. “You know that too on a personal level.”
“Still never got those pancakes though,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh as he shook his head.
“Ugh, fine. How about this?” she started, leaning back in her chair. “You tell me your password, and if I laugh then I go make you those famous pancakes now. If I don’t laugh, you have to drop that whole thing and not bring it up again.”
He weighed his options watching her. The two staring into each others eyes bargaining in silence. Sure Bucky didn’t want to say his password, but worse case scenario she laughed, maybe teased him a litt, but he got pancakes. And he knew she would laugh…
“Fine. But just know, I like my pancakes with extra chocolate,” he sighed, relaxing his muscles some. “And whip cream.”
“Won’t need to. I’m tough enough to not react to whatever it is,” she smiled, bringing the keyboard back over. “Ok, so what is it?”
He stayed silent for a minute. God, he hated saying it outloud. Not that he really ever had to, but still. It was embarrassing.
“It’s… It’s WienerSoldier1917,” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said with wider eyes. She heard him, but she was wondering if she heard him right.
“The W and S are capitalized…” he practically whispered looking down. When he didn’t hear a response but insead deafening silence, he looked over seeing her biting her lip and trying her best to suppress a laugh. Her face became slightly red and her eyes started blinking fast as she tried to pull herself together. “Yeah, I’m definitely getting those pancakes,” he sighed with a shake of his head, not being able to hold back his own soft smile.
Not even two seconds later, Y/N was in a laughing fit. Practically falling out of the chair. If Bucky hadn’t caught her when he did, she would have gone over the side and brought the chair down with her, but he casually kept the chair from tipping with one arm.
“Oh, that’s just too good,” she finally got out after a few minutes of full on, stomach aching laughing. She wiped her eyes at the few tears that had come down and shook her head. “Is that seriously your password?”
“You know Tony came up with it! And he knows I don’t know how to change it!” Bucky defended.
“Oh, Tony. What a comedian…” Y/N sighed, catching her breath. “Ok, back to business.” She typed in the password not being able to hold back yet another round of laughs as she typed it out. Bucky just rubbed his temple as she went about her research and giggled.
After pulling up a few things, she turned to him.
“Ok, I own you a batch of pancakes now,” she smiled, standing and organizing the desktop. “I’ll come back and finish up down here later.”
“You’re not even upset you laughed, are you?” Bucky said following her in step to the door.
“Oh, I knew I was going to already with how you were acting. I also knew I was hungry and up for something sweet anyway,” she shrugged. “Win, win for me.”
“You’re a punk,” Bucky faked shock, nudging her shoulder with his own before opening the door for her.
“Eh, like I said. Sweet-innocent Y/N, as you called her, has a day off,” she smiled up at him before wrapping her arm through his. “Hey, and after breakfast? I’ll show you how to change your password,” she looked up at him with a wink.
The two chuckling and talking as they walked upstairs arm and arm to the kitchen.
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a field of daisies
Imagine running into a group of survivors that you decide to take a chance on and bring them home with you. Your decision ends up leading to a reunion no one saw coming, not even yourself.
Words: 7.1K
Author's Note: TWD AU. This particular universe has a lot of characters and making sure everyone has a line or three is tough work, so I made up my mind to only keep a select few. This will take place after the prison has fallen, but before Terminus so the group is not as harsh because of what happened there. I get why everyone turned ruthless, but damn.. Rick got scary. Haha. Also, just so you know, Y/N is a powered individual (the gif of Wanda is just to show how your powers look/work).
SPOILER ALERT! This piece of work is.. slow. There's nothing much to it- it's honestly just Y/N bringing the group into the fold. I've been having a rough few weeks and it really shows in my writing. I'm sorry this sucks, but I really needed to get something out.
It was pure dumb luck that Rick, Daryl, Michonne, Carl, Judith, Glenn, Maggie and Carol ended up together after the fall of the prison. Rick and Carl had fled together, Michonne followed the blood trail Rick had unknowingly left behind, and Daryl had later caught up to them because he was with a new group that was hunting Rick which he didn't know about until it was too late. Daryl, Rick and Michonne took care of things quickly, and it was a relief to Rick that Daryl still had his back.
Glenn and Maggie came a couple days later with Judith snuggled into a makeshift pack hanging off of Glenn's back, and the group stumbled upon Carol who kept them from entering the so-called sanctuary called Terminus. Apparently she had been keeping an eye on the place from afar, and after the horrors she witnessed Rick and the others were glad they just so happened to choose the entrance she was near so that she was able to stop them.
Hershel's death still weighed heavily on everyone's mind and Maggie was sad that she didn't know what had become of her sister Beth. Lots of people's fates were unknown, but the ones that left everyone the most downtrodden were those of the children that the prison had housed.
The group has taken momentary refuge in a barn, their spirits low and dwindling even more as the days pass. Food and water were scarce, and ammunition was pretty much nonexistent. Daryl had a handful of arrows left and everyone was left to depend on blades to protect themselves.
Judith's sudden cry pierces the quiet of the barn and everyone flinches. Rick readily gets to his feet, rushing towards his daughter and lifting her from the bed of hay they designated as her bed. "Shh. I got 'ya. I got 'ya, sweetheart."
Carl joins his father, frowning at his sister's reddening face. "She's hungry, isn't she?"
"We all are," Rick grumbles.
"There's got to be something out there," the young boy sighs. "A place we haven't come across or a house that's not been picked clean."
"Everyone's tired, Carl. We're all running on fumes." Rick continues to rock his baby girl, heart breaking when her wails only get louder and more desperate. "If we go searchin', we're likely to make a mistake and someone will lose their life."
"Well we can't let her starve."
Rick glances around his exhausted group, a look of determination in each of their features. He sighs and glances down at Judith in his arms. "Tomorrow. We'll go lookin' when the sun is up."
Carl nods and brushes his finger along Judith's brow before leaving his father to settle the baby down on his own.
- - - - - - - - - -
You'd been gone for a day and half now, intent on finding some things those in your community have asked for. Unfortunately everything close by had been picked clean which led you to driving further and further out, and right into an oncoming storm.
You tried to drive right on through it, but the rain just came down so hard to the point that you could not see through the windshield. And since it was nighttime, you knew there was a high chance you could wreck. So you pull off to the side, cut the engine and lean back in your seat to wait it out.
Thunder rumbles so loud it actually shakes the truck you're in and lightning strikes a tree not even a hundred yards away. "Oh screw this," you mumble to yourself. You turn the truck back on, carefully inching your way down the road and hope that you don't hit anything. But then lightning strikes again, you swerve on instinct, but are quick to slam on the breaks. "Shit."
There's a split second of reprieve from the rain- just long enough for you to see a building off in the distance. You know it's a dumb idea to even check it out, but you rather be in a barn struck by lightning than be in the truck. So after cutting the engine once more, you reach over to the passenger seat for your pack and beanie. Shoving the gray beanie down atop your head, you brace yourself before opening the door and hopping out.
Slamming the door behind you, you rush through the rain and towards the barn doors. Pushing on said doors, they open far too easily and you rush to close them behind you. Then with your back against the doors, you hold your hands aloft at your sides should you need to protect yourself from a dead skull or three. But surprisingly there are no dead in the barn, instead a group of the living around a small fire stare at you with wide eyes.
Immediately the people are on their feet with their weapons trained on you, a baby is passed off to a preteen, and the group of adults slowly advance on you.
"Whoa," you utter. "I did not know this place was occupied. I don't mean any harm. M'just tryin' to get out of the storm."
"Are you alone?" The man that had passed off the baby asks, a long barreled gun pointed at you.
His companions spread out- a guy with a crossbow hurrying to the wall to peek through the cracks. There's a Korean guy and a woman with hair just barely touching her shoulders standing side by side, blades in hand, and a black woman with a wicked looking katana held at the ready. The last woman with shortly cropped gray hair points a glock right at you without even blinking.
"Um, yeah."
"You don't sound so sure," he grunts.
"Well you're all pointing weapons at me," you say. "It's a little intimidating."
Crossbow guy returns to his friend's side, shaking his head and muttering something too low for your ears to catch. The main guy talking nods meeting your gaze once more. "Weapons?"
"None."
"Mind if we check?"
You shrug. "Have at it."
Spreading your arms out wider, you push off the barn doors and stand with your feet a little spread out as well. The woman standing next to the Korean guy steps forward and cautiously makes her way towards you. You meet her gaze, keeping your expression neutral, but give her a nod to let her know you were good with what was going on. Her hands land on your waist then, patting you down and checking for weapons.
Her hands slide up your sides and under your arms, and you press your lips tighter together when she hits your ticklish spot. A giggle ends up breaking free and you immediately apologize when she freezes. You think you see her faintly grin before she continues on down your legs and around your ankles.
"She's clean," the woman says as she stands back up and then steps back.
"What's in the bag?"
"My snacks," you muse. "I was looking for a few things and had to travel out further than normal. I've been driving for nearly two days now."
"You got a group?"
"I have a community." They seem to blink in surprise at that.
Crossbow guy looks at who you assume is their leader. "Explains the too clean clothes," he grunts. Then looking at you, he says, "But 'ya damn stupid to be out here with no weapons. It's a goddamn miracle 'ya survived this long."
"Mister, I am the weapon." That seems to make the tense all over again, frowning, and you sigh. "Look, I'm not normal. I don't need weapons because I am literally the ultimate weapon. Now if that makes you uncomfortable, I'll stay my butt over here and just wait out the storm. Then I'll be on my way and we never have to see each other again unless we run into each other in the future. That sound good?"
No one voices a complaint against you so you walk over to one of the wooden beams supporting the barn and take a seat on the ground. You get comfortable, stripping your pack off your back and setting it next to you. The group has no idea what to make of you so they continue to stare at you until the baby in the preteen's arms starts to fuss.
Minutes pass as the baby continues to wail, her cries only getting louder. The thunder doesn't seem as loud as before, so you know if there are any dead nearby they'll be drawn towards the barn because of the baby's cries.
"When was the last time she ate?" You ask when you see them shush and rock her in order to calm her. A few of them glance at you and it's then you actually take in their appearances. They're exhausted. They're hungry. They're desperate. "Actually when was the last time any of you ate?"
Crossbow guy grumbles, but it's the preteen boy who answers. "Days. A week or so maybe."
Frowning, you pull your pack into your lap and open it up. Rummaging around the inside, your hand wraps around a small mason jar with a spoon rubber banded around it and you grin triumphantly. "I, uh, I have this if you want it," you say as you hold the jar up. "Mrs. Stevens makes a mean cinnamon applesauce." Your grin slowly falls as you take in their stares. "Or not. I won't be offended."
"No." The gray haired woman steps forward. "We'll take it, but you need to eat a spoonful yourself first."
"Uh, yeah. Sure, but I don't know why.." Your brow furrows as you free the spoon from the rubber band and untwist the top, and then it hits you on why they want you to eat it first. You gasp as you stare up at them. "First off, rude! Do I really look like I'm capable of poisoning a baby?"
No one says a word at first and then, "Well you did say 'ya were different."
You roll your eyes at the crossbow wielding guy. "Not that kind of different." Sticking the spoon into the applesauce, you pull up a spoonful and shove it into your mouth. Swallowing, you place the spoon back in the jar and hold it up. "Happy? It's just cinnamon applesauce."
The leader rushes forward and grabs the applesauce from you, sniffing it as he walks back towards his group and taking a spoonful for himself. When he deems it okay, he then feeds it to the baby girl. Almost immediately, her cries turn to whimpers before ceasing all together.
"You guys are welcome to whatever's in my pack because, no offense, but you look like you need it more than I do."
The Korean guy is the first to crack, rushing towards your pack that you let him freely rummage through. "Is this- is this jerky?"
"Yep. Mr. Mills has a knack for drying out meat and smoking fish."
As he passes out the jerky, water, and a few MRE's, he then looks at you with an astonished expression. "I'm Glenn, by the way. And this is Maggie." The woman who had patted you down gives you a terse smile.
"Michonne," the katana wielding badass says.
"Carol."
The man feeding the baby glances at you. "I'm Rick. These are my kids Carl and Judith."
You look towards the crossbow guy, but he's shoveling an MRE into his mouth and not paying you a lick of attention. "Y/N," you then introduce yourself to them.
You watch them eat for a few seconds before you avert your attention, listening to the sounds outside the barn. The storm seems like it's finally dying down, but the moans and groans of the dead seem to be getting closer and closer now. You get up and walk towards the door, peeking through the cracks and quietly exhaling at the small herd heading straight for the barn.
"You guys have something to prop against the door? We've got incoming."
A scoff comes from crossbow guy. "Thought 'ya were the ultimate weapon?"
"Daryl!" Carol admonishes.
Your eyes narrow at Daryl who shrugs under the stares of his group and you sigh. "Fine. Whatever. All I ask is that whatever you see, you ask questions before you decide to attack."
"Why- why would you say that?" Glenn asks.
"Because like I said, I'm not normal."
With that you turn around, opening the barn doors and stepping back. Staring at the small herd that's coming in, your left arm lifts up and curls around the front of your face as your right arm lifts up underneath. The only difference is that your left hand starts to glow and you swing back briefly before thrusting your left arm out and sending off a red wave of energy that rushes through the heads of the dead ones and instantly drops them in their tracks. You walk forward then and shut the doors, only to turn around and have Daryl aiming his crossbow at you.
"Seriously?" Your arms hang limp at your sides.
"What the hell are 'ya?"
"Human, as far as I know," you say. You mentally sigh as everyone shifts nervously. "Just with a little extra oomph."
"That was some sci-fi bullshit 'ya just pulled there."
"Well whatever it is, it's come in handy since the world fell apart so I'm not complaining about it anymore."
Rick, having passed Judith off to Carl, steps forward. "This community of yours, are there any more people like you?"
You shake your head. "Nah. I'm the only one."
"How many people are you with?" Carol asks.
"Around twenty or so. Me and this little girl I came across a while back are the youngest. Everyone else is sixty-five or above." You huff. "Kid guilt tripped me into saving a few individuals from a retirement home we came across and gave me the idea of a place safe enough to almost be normal."
"Exactly how safe is this place of yours?" Maggie then wonders as she glances at Judith and Carl.
"There's a, uh, shield of sorts around this abandoned housing community. The dead bounce off the invisible walls and the living need permission to enter which I'm smart enough not to give."
"People try gettin' in before?" Daryl asks.
"A group of three about a couple months back. I would have given thought to letting them in, but my powers kind of misfired and I was able to read their minds," you sheepishly admit. "They- they were not good people. Not by a long shot."
"What happened to 'em?"
"I put them to sleep and had a talk with everyone inside the community." You shrug. "I didn't know what to do, so I asked for everyone's advice. It was either kill them or manipulate their memories and send them on their way."
"What did you do?" Carl asks. He's the only one who has a look of awe on his face.
"I kept them asleep and drove them out in a random direction. After about two days driving, I put them up in an abandoned house and let them wake up long after I had left."
"Why are you answering all our questions?" Michonne asks. "Someone like you, it seems like you'd keep your powers a secret."
"Honestly? You're the first kind group I've seen in a long while. You saw what I could do and yet you asked questions first rather than letting Daryl put an arrow in me."
"Would my arrow have even reached 'ya?"
You smile at Daryl's grumpy expression. "Not even close." There's a challenge in his eyes and his arm twitches, but Rick shakes his head at his friend. You quietly chuckle. "If you guys wanna sit and talk, I'll answer what I can. I don't mind so long as you don't plan on attempting to put a bullet in my brain or a blade to my neck."
Everyone looks to Rick and eventually he gives a terse nod. They hesitantly go back to their fire, huddling closer together and you slowly make you way over to sit across from them. The baby seems rather content now so Rick finally takes a moment to eat something himself.
Bending your knees, you pull them in towards your chest and drop your chin on your knee. "So what do you wanna know?"
Glenn immediately leans forward. "First of all, this is something straight out of a comic book." He grins and you can't help but smile in return. Maggie snorts and shakes her head, rather fondly, at him. "So what I wanna know is if you were born like this or if you had a bad visit with the doctors?"
"I was born like this," you say. "I think it started manifesting when I was about eleven or twelve. Mom and dad were obviously terrified, but I was still their daughter and they refused to just let the government have me. It took- it took months of research before they found a legit scientist who was running tests on people like me in order to help. So they met up with him and let him poke and prod to get the answers everyone was seeking."
"Did they find anything out?" Carol asks.
You shake your head. "No. There were no abnormalities in my or my parent's blood, and every other test was coming back completely average. My powers or magic or whatever you wanna call it honestly scared me, so the scientist had concocted some pills that suppressed it. I never got to learn how to control it and only really got to see what I was capable of when the world collapsed and I ran out of suppressors."
"So what, you're just this powerhouse walking around without a care in the world?" Michonne frowns.
"I have many cares," you say, head lifting to stare directly at the woman over the fire. "I have a little girl and a handful of old geezers counting on me back home. I'm just fortunate enough to be this powerhouse, as you say, so the others don't have to come out into this shit show that has become our norm."
Judith starts to fuss again and neither her brother or father can calm her. You can see just how exhausted everyone is, so you take the initiative to help them out when you see Rick cringe after smelling the baby's bottom. Grabbing your pack, you grab the notebook in there and yank out a sheet of paper. Then letting the paper rest in the palms of your hands, you concentrate on the red wisps of energy pooling in your hands and transfigure the sheet of paper into a diaper. More sheets of paper are ripped out and you quickly transfigure those into small rags.
"There's a bucket in the back of my truck," you say as you hold out the diaper and rags. "I'm sure it's full of water by now so you can dip the rags into the water to wipe the baby down."
Rick blinks at you in surprise, walking over to you and grabbing the items. He nods. "Thank you." You flash him a faint smile in return.
He looks at Daryl and he hands over his crossbow to Carol. Taking the rags from Rick, he motions for Glenn to follow him should he run into any trouble outside.
The two men return soon enough and Rick readily starts to make his daughter comfortable once more. As she struggles against him and wildly kicks out, you chuckle and decide to let a small orb of red energy pool in your palm. Then flicking your wrist, the small red orb shoots over to hover above Judith and bob up and down. It does it's job, distracting her so her father can easily change her.
"That must come in handy back at your community," Maggie muses.
"I don't really show off like this in front of them," you sheepishly admit. "Everyone knows what I'm capable of, but they don't really ask me to do anything other than to help keep them safe and keep their houses from deteriorating." There are hums and grunts, but everyone is more interested in filling their stomachs. "Well if I'm going to be on my way come sun up, I should get some rest."
No one objects, so you get up and walk back over to the opposite side of the barn. You sit down in a corner, trying to find a comfortable enough position so you can get a bit of shut eye.
When you wake up, the sun has not fully risen yet. It's a little lighter in the barn and you can see without the small fire throwing off light, so it's easy to spot Rick keeping watch by the barn doors. You sit up, stretch, and sleepily climb to feet in order to join him.
"You guys rotated watch?" You mumble. "You should have woken me."
Rick grins. "Nah. We had it under control."
"If you say so."
His grin subtly falters and then he quietly clears his throat before glancing between you and his group. "So before you go on your way, can I have a word?"
"Sure." You yawn. "Lets just go outside so we don't wake anyone." At Rick's nod, you open the barn doors and exit as quietly as you can. He follows you outside and you glance around for any dead before crossing your arms over your chest and turning to face Rick. "What's going on?"
He stares at you, clearly trying to figure out how to voice his thoughts. It takes him a moment to gather himself and then finally he says, "I know we just met each other last night, but is there any chance- any chance you might be willin' to give us a chance? I'm supposed to be this group's leader, but I am runnin' on fumes here. We all are. We're desperate." Your heart goes out to him and you can't help but frown. You understand desperation very well and you figure it must be worse on him because of the two young children he has. "This world, as vulnerable as it is, it's not a place I want to raise my kids."
"Rick, I-" You pause, sigh and then start over. "Of course I'd be willing to give you guys a chance."
"But?" He pushes, seeing the flash of hesitance in your expression.
"No, no buts." You shake your head. "You just- if you guys want to be a part of this community, you have to actually want to be a part of the community. No drama or violence is permitted within the walls. My sole focus is making sure these people live as long as possible and I won't have anyone jeopardizing that."
Rick nods. "We're all for playing fair. All we're askin' for is a chance. A real chance at survivin'."
"Well then I guess today's your lucky day." You hold out a hand for him to shake. He holds your gaze before glancing down at your hand and hesitantly reaching forward to grasp it. "So do you want to tell them the good news or..?"
Rick huffs a laugh of disbelief as he retakes his hand. "Are- are 'ya serious?"
"Yeah. Why not." You shrug. "The community could use a good shake up, so come on. Lets go wake your people up."
You and Rick re-enter the barn, but you let him wake his family and friends on his own. You gather your pack, tossing the trash and rearranging what's left. Rick tells them the good news and you smile when you see them sag in relief. They have no belongings whatsoever, so they pick up what weapons they have and make to exit the barn.
"Um, Carl and one other person can sit up front with me. Three others can squeeze into the backseat with Judith and two can ride in the very back." There are nods of agreement all around before Daryl and Glenn climb into the bed of the truck. Meeting Daryl's gaze, you say, "You and Glenn keep watch. If you see anyone, pound on the roof. I don't want anyone following us."
He gives you a terse nod. "Got it."
"Or if you and Glenn want to switch out with someone from the inside, pound on the roof. I'm gonna drive as long as I can, but if anyone wants to stop during the night we will."
Everyone seems to agree, letting you decide whether or not you drive through the night. You'll make that decision when the time comes, so as everyone else climbs into the cab of the truck you open the driver's side door and get behind the wheel. You bite back a smirk as you grip the steering wheel in hand, red wisps of energy wrapping around the wheel before disappearing into the guts under the hood.
"So that's why we didn't hear the rumble of an engine," Rick muses. "It's runnin' on magic."
"Beats having to find and siphon gas," you say. Everyone chuckles and after making sure Daryl and Glenn are steady, you drive off.
Not even five seconds in and you hear, "What the hell kind of truck is this?"
Daryl's gruff question makes everyone inside the cab laugh, but no one bothers to fill him in.
- - - - - - - - - -
You drive well into the afternoon, only stopping when Glenn and Daryl grow too hot under the sun and switch out with Rick and Michonne. The bit of food you had left in your pack was divided up among the others again and then when the sun set you had stopped to instruct those in the bed of the truck that they could sit or lay down since they wouldn't be able to see anything come nightfall anyway.
Your constant yawning had Maggie concerned, but you assured her you'd done a drive like this numerous times. All you asked was that they talk to you, so to keep things light they told you all about their accomplishments since the world had ended. Carl mentioned being reunited with his dad after being told he was dead, Maggie mentioned finding love with Glenn on her father's farm, and Daryl mentioned finding a prison that they stayed in after clearing it out as much as they could.
You didn't bother asking what had happened to the farm or the prison because you knew full well what happened to places left out in the open. Sooner or later they got taken over, whether it be by the dead or living. So when they ran out of happy tales, you filled them in on your own. You told them all about coming across the retirement home- about how you and Daisy (the young girl you had saved) were allowed to stay with them for a bit while you went out everyday to find a more suitable living situation. You had still been experimenting with your powers, so it was a miracle you managed to fix up an entire housing community and erect walls around it.
Only about half of those in the retirement home chose to go with you and Daisy, and that was even after finding out what you were capable of. The others were grateful for the invite, but they had families they wanted to look for or were too old and didn't want to be a burden on anyone. No amount of pleading from Daisy could sway their decisions.
A new day dawns and the environment around you starts to become familiar. You perk up in your seat and drive just a little faster because after being out for so long all you want is your bed and a shower.
Only you can see the entrance to the community and you know the others can only see what everyone else without permission to enter sees- a run down housing community that was way passed being livable. So stopping right before the barrier, you gesture for everyone to get off with you after letting the truck cut off.
"What's going on?" Rick asks as he hops out of the bed. Michonne follows him.
Facing the group, you grin. "The community is just behind me," you say while gesturing over your shoulder. You see them glance behind you, frowns marring their faces. "You're just seeing what I want everyone who passes by to see- a place not worth investigating. So with your consent," you hold a hand out just at shoulder height, letting a red glow envelop it, "I just need to push a little energy through you so you can see what I see."
Everyone is caught off guard and wary now, but surprisingly it's Carl who says something. "Will it hurt?"
You glance down at him and smile. "Not at all. I promise. Everyone inside has admitted to it feeling like a cold chill running through them and then nothing. Absolutely no pain."
As you guessed, everyone looks to Rick. He takes a moment to think about it before saying, "Do it. But if there's any pain at all-"
"There's not."
"Good." He nods. "So what do we do?"
"Just stand there. I'm the one who has to do all the work." Letting your arms hang down by your sides, you shake yourself out before concentrating on letting your power pool into your hands once more. Then when it feels like you have enough energy to pass through all eight individuals, you face your palms towards them and push out. The energy leaves you and passes through them, and only a couple of them stumble back a step or gasp in surprise. When they finally take notice of what's actually behind you and their jaws drop, you chuckle. "Welcome to your new home."
"How- it looks untouched." Carol mumbles in awe.
"Well it wasn't," you say. "It took me a few days to fix up several blocks of houses. Then about a week to get the solar panels set in with the help of our retired electrician. We were just lucky a water tower was placed close by and the new water lines were set in before the world ended. It's easy to keep the tower operational and our houses supplied with running water."
"This is insane," Glenn mutters in awe. Maggie nods along with his assessment.
"When you reach the barrier, you're going to feel a little resistance. That's normal." you then explain to them. "All you have to do is keep walking through and you'll come out on the other side."
"And if we wanna leave?" Daryl asks. Everyone looks at him as if he's crazy for already thinking about leaving, but he merely huffs and explains further. "To hunt or make runs, not find shelter elsewhere."
You shrug. "Then you leave. You'll feel the resistance again, but that's just so you remember where the barrier is. Now that you've been given permission, you can come and go as you please. But please remember, once you're behind the barrier, anyone who hasn't been given permission to enter will just see you vanish into thin air. So make sure you're never followed or if you are make a beeline for the barrier and come get me. I'll get them outta here." Everyone seems to be in agreement and you smile. "Well come on. Let's go find you a house or two."
Turning around, you readily walk towards the neighborhood. The resistance of entering doesn't faze you as it once did, so you hurriedly turn around to see everyone's reactions. You see when they hesitate and you laugh as they continue on through and seem to all breathe a sigh of relief. Then once they have their wits about them, you gesture for them to follow you.
A few people are sitting out on their porches, some surprised and others (looking at you Gladys) are ecstatic.
A wolf whistle pierces the air and everyone glances in the direction it came from. "'Bout time you brought in some good lookin' fellas! I was getting tired of looking at Tom's ugly mug."
Michonne and Carol snort as Maggie and Carl giggle, and you shake your head at the white haired, seventy-eight year old woman. "Gladys, stop teasin' the men. They literally just got here!" You holler back.
"Any of them single?"
"Oh my god. Go take a cold shower, you cougar!" Gladys cackles and you groan quietly before looking over your shoulder. "Sorry about that. I should have warned you about Gladys and her tendency to hit on any man that isn't her neighbor."
"S'alright." Rick chuckles. "It'll be nice to have some normalcy back in our lives."
"What's with the bars on the doors?" Michonne then wonders.
You look at one house in particular, it's front door having another door of bars attached in front of it as well. "The houses with bars on their doors were requested by those living in the house. These people are at the age where they can easily pass away in their sleep without warning, and after an incident back at their retirement home they requested bars on the doors as a precaution. They lock in a couple of places from the inside."
They seem to agree that that was a good idea as you nod at everyone else coming out to see what Gladys was yelling about. When you spot Mary Alice, a sixty-seven year old ex-nurse, you start to walk towards her house. "Hey Mary Alice, have you seen Daisy around? I want to introduce her to some new people."
Mary Alice stands up and walks over to the top stair of her porch. "Oh. Hello." She beams. "It's nice to see some capable, new faces around here."
"Ma'am," Rick drawls.
You can practically see Mary Alice swoon and you mumble, "You're going to give every goddamn old lady heart palpitations in here," under your breath. Rick chuckles and you clap your hands to garner Mary Alice's attention once more. "Mary! Where's Daisy?"
"Oh, um." She pauses as she fluffs her hair. "Last I saw her, Dave had asked her to help him pick some fruit from the garden."
"Okay. Thanks." Turning around to face the group, you smile sheepishly. "Maybe I'll just show you to your house first. Daisy might be busy for a bit longer." You're about to motion for them to follow you when you see Daisy appear from between two houses, munching on an apple and looking as carefree as a child her age should be. She meets your gaze from across the street, but before you can draw any attention to her you notice her steps falter as the most heartbreaking expression takes over her features when she sees who's with you. For a second you think this group might not be as innocent as they seemed, but then-
"Momma?"
Time seems to slow as Carol, of all people, freezes and then turns around. She stumbles back, hand going to her mouth in shock as she chokes on a sob. "S-Sophia?"
Your eyes widen at what's unfolding before you- Daisy (apparently Sophia) dropping her apple core before sprinting across the street. Carol meets her halfway, the two colliding with one another as their cries pierce the air. The rest of Carol's group looks on in awe before they join in on the reunion and you laugh as your vision suddenly blurs with unshed tears.
You startle when an arm settles across your shoulders and you glance over at Mary Alice smiling as she watches the reunion as well. "Did you know?"
"Not a clue," you say. "This is just an insane coincidence."
As everyone else takes a turn reuniting with the young girl and introducing her to the new faces, Carol glances up at you and starts to make her way over. You smile as she nears. "My Sophia was the kid you mentioned, wasn't she? The girl you saved before you came across the retirement home."
"Yeah. I just didn't know her name was Sophia." You chuckle. "She said something about her name making her sad because it reminded her of her mom, so she chose a new one."
"Why Daisy?"
You shrug. "Because we were walking through a field of daisies and she liked the sound of it."
Carol wetly chuckles and you give a surprised oh when she yanks you into a hug. "Thank you. Thank you for keeping my baby girl safe."
"No thanks needed, Carol. Whether your daughter knows it not, Daisy- er, Sophia- saved me as well. I'm just glad I could reunite the two of you."
The two of you pull out of the hug just to see the rest of the group making their way towards you, and Sophia hurries to wrap her arms around your waist. "Thank you. Thank you for finding my family."
"Don't even mention it, kid." You ruffle her hair, chuckling. "I'm just glad you found each other again." As you look up to meet everyone's house, you say, "So about your house.."
The group chuckle and you finally lead them to a couple empty houses just down the block you currently reside on. You inform them that every house in the neighborhood was built with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Rick tells you they'll take just the one house for now until they're acquainted with their surroundings and you let him know that that was fine, but in a few days you were taking a group out to pick out furniture and appliances for two houses.
Daryl scoffs. "Where exactly does one go shoppin' in the goddamn apocalypse?"
"In the store Y/N hid with her magic. Duh!" Sophia muses. Daryl glances down at the young girl before a smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. She beams at him and he playfully reaches out to ruffle her hair.
"So, uh, yeah," you muse. "You guys can go ahead and wait here while I go round up a few sleeping bags that we can transform into mattresses," you tell them. "The water should be working, but you might want to run the faucets and showers for a minute or so to make sure all the air is out of the pipes." You start to back away down the sidewalk, heading towards your house. "I'll even knock on a few doors and see if there are any shirts and pants anyone is willing to let go of so you guys can shower. You can change into clean clothes while washing those you have on right now."
Before anything can be said, you turn around and make your way towards your house. You're not sure why all of sudden you became nervous- there is nothing to be nervous about- but you felt yourself suddenly getting anxious under all their gazes.
It doesn't take you long to find a few sleeping bags in your garage, so you take those with you while stopping by next door. You ask your neighbors for any sleeping bags or air mattresses, as well as a change of clothes, and they're all too happy to accommodate the newest residents of your sleepy little community. So by the time you make it back to the house where you had left the group, arms laden with bags that are threatening to cut off the circulation in your arms, you aren't surprised to see some of them already holding dishes of food.
"These old ladies sure do work fast." You laugh. Rick and Glenn are quick to pass off the dishes in their hands in favor of helping you bring in the stuff for them. They take the sleeping bags from you, leaving you with large shopping bags full of clothing. "So do you guys want everything set up downstairs or you do want to sleep in separate rooms already?"
"Downstairs is fine," Rick says. "At least for now."
In the living room, the sleeping bags are all rolled out and the air mattress is blown up. Rick settles Judith down on the mattress and Carl is quick to crawl on next to her. You've only enlarged one sleeping bag- the one Glenn and Maggie seemed to have gravitated to- when Rick stops you, telling you that you've done more than for him and his family. You ask him if he's sure and he nods, but you can't help just one last wiggle of your fingers to give the sleeping bags a little extra cushion.
"So I guess I'll leave you to it," you say. "In the bag with the clothes, there are plates and utensils. Everyone's offered up their laundry rooms for you to use, but if you're uncomfortable encroaching in on their houses then just get Sophia to show you to mine."
There's a round of thank yous as you leave so you wave and let them settle in. As you're walking out the front door, before you can shut it behind you, someone's gripping it and opening it wider. You're surprised to see Daryl follow you out.
"Everything good?" You ask.
"Yeah." He nods, hands finding their way into his jean's pockets. He shuffles rather sheepishly and you can't help but grin. "Yeah. All good here." You nod and turn to head down the stairs, only for his gruff voice to stop you in your tracks and make you turn back around once more. "Thanks. You didn't have to bring us in or trust us with your secret, but 'ya did. You gave my group a fightin' chance- 'ya gave those kinds in the house a fightin' chance. So thanks."
You smile at him. "You're welcome." He meets your gaze for a moment, eyes hidden behind a curtain of hair and you chuckle. "Go grab a plate of food and a shower, Daryl. You guys are safe here so relax. All of you look like you can sleep for days."
He shakes his head. "We still got people out there."
"And that sucks, I'm sure, but you need to look after yourself first," you say. "You won't be doing anyone any good if you're falling over your own two feet because you're beyond exhausted." Daryl shifts on his feet, his expression turning rather displeased. "Rest up and I promise that when you and a couple others are ready, I'll be right there with you to find your people."
Daryl holds your gaze before he relaxes a bit and he gives you a terse nod. "Fine. Until then, 'ya gotta learn not to rely on 'ya powers or whatever. Gotta keep that a secret until the last second."
Your nose wrinkles and then you sigh. "And here I thought I was done with physical education."
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