#you mean to tell me. you think this assortment of people were going to raise a morally good girl who is not even a little bit of a brat?
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King and Prince 17
Part 16
When Steve undressed that evening, he hung up the new outfit from Eddie with care. Tired from the day, he collapsed onto the bed, stripped down to nothing which was how Robin found him that morning, causing her to awaken him with a shriek.
Steve found his bed covered in an assortment of folded clothes, both for the daytime and for slumbering. They were meant for daily activities, so none as fine as the green outfit Eddie had gotten him before. But somehow Steve knew it was all the king’s doing.
One evening, Steve and Robin were recataloging books, when she finally spoke up about this strange relationship they had been forming.
“You probably spent your nights with more excitement. A lass on one arm a drink in another”, she said only half derisively. She was up on a ladder while Steve passed books to her from a cart.
“Eh, not all it’s cracked up to be. Besides, I got a lass and a drink right here.”
Robin raised a brow before realizing he meant her and the pitcher of water over by one of the tables. “I’m not your lass and it looks like your standards for drinks have dropped. What is it with you anyway?”, she asked.
Steve paused, arm halfway stretched to handing her the next book. “What’s up with me?”
“You’re acting like you don’t even miss it? Weren’t you a prince? Like, adoring crowds, people falling over themselves for you, friends for miles. That kind of prince?”
Steve shook his head and handed her the book. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh come on, don’t be modest. It looks stupid on you.”
His face pinched at that, not liking being called stupid in any capacity and also wondering what Robin meant by that. Before he could ask, she continued, apparently seeing the confusion on his face.
“You’re going to tell me you don’t miss any of that? That you’re fine staying here and being a glorified lackey?”
“I…” Steve had been trying not to think about that place anymore. He didn’t miss it. “I didn’t have a lot of close friends. Not like you’re thinking. No real adoring crowds either.”
“Oh bullshit”, Robin slid down from the ladder. She looked to the water pitcher again before nodding to Steve. “Come on.”
And Steve followed.
Followed until they got to a room he’d never been in. It took Steve a little too long to realize it was Robin’s bedroom. There was a stack of well loved books by the bed. A dartboard with small knives sitting on a table nearby. And a bottle of wine that Robin had already opened.
“Uhh…”, Steve was paused by the door, wondering if he was only just now picking up on something Robin had been putting down all this time.
Robin turned to face him and then realized how it all seemed. Her body jerked like the very idea sent a shock of lightning through her and she nearly dropped the bottle.
“Oh! Shit! Shoot! No! I wasn’t-! We’re drinking! Just as like-I’m mean we’re not friends, but like. I don’t know, it sounded like you wanted to talk and I like gossip and drama but I thought you wouldn’t talk about it sober so…” Robin set the bottle down on the floor and sat down, a mismatched pair of cups already there.
Steve let out a breath. “I would have been terribly flattered.”
Robin rolled her eyes. “You’re not my type. In any way, shape or form.” She sat down right on the floor and poured for both of them.
“You’re at least one of my types, maybe”, Steve said. Robin was beautiful. And funny, and smart, and she knew how to handle the kids but also never took herself too seriously. Just as soon as the idea was put in his head, it was snuffed out. He tried not to think on it too hard as he took that first sip. What he was thinking about was how long it had been since he’d been with anyone.
“So there’s no one you miss?”, Robin pressed.
“I had, like two friends”, Steve admitted. “They were…we knew each other since we were kids. And we just kind of stayed together. But then we got older and it just got so…” Steve was too sober for this conversation, so he took a sip.
Robin got the message and switched gears. “Alright, what about a sweetheart?”
There were quite a few who could qualify. But none who Steve had thought of while he was locked up. No one in particular he wanted to rush back to. So he just shook his head. Then he took another sip.
“Don’t tell me you’re celibate because I won’t believe it.”
“Why not? I could be celibate if I wanted to, I haven’t had sex a single time since I got here. I haven’t even…”, Steve paused before making a motion with his hand like he was stroking himself. Normally he wouldn’t do such a gesture in front of a lady. But Robin wasn’t just a lady. Plus, she had already seen him naked.
Robin snorted. “You’re acting like that’s a long time. And are you being honest? You haven’t? Even once?”
“I haven’t been in the mood”, Steve shrugged. “And what about you? I haven’t seen you exactly rushing off to cavort.”
“Steve, you only see me a couple hours a day, don’t assume what I’m doing.”
“So are you…?”
Robin huffed, then took a gulp. “No. Not currently, anyway.”
“So we’re both living like monks.” Steve raised his cup.
“My mother would be so proud”, Robin drawled as she raised her own to meet Steve’s.
The way she said it, Steve instantly knew. Of course, he couldn’t know the extent of it, but it sounded like Robin’s mother rarely was proud. He wondered where Robin’s mother was. Wondered where some of the other families were too. Dustin’s mother worked in the castle, but that was about as much as he knew about any of their families. And what of the royal family?
“Hey, is it just Eddie?”
“Is what just Eddie?”
“The royal family. He doesn’t have any relatives? Any heirs?” Steve wondered if that was why he kept wards. To bring up one to take the crown. It was odd of someone his supposed age to have no one. And his own family’s recordings never spoke of any lineage stemming from or to King Edward.
“He is very much solitary, as far as I know”, Robin said. She took another sip but watched the prince from her rim.
All Steve did was hum in response. “So tell me about this mother of yours. She sounds just as lovely as mine.”
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Eddie didn’t like being caught off guard. He always tried to cover himself and make sure he protected those under his wing. So even though the Harringtons had said they were done with Steve, Eddie couldn’t fully believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. Because spring was here and they were too conspicuous, the demobeasts he would allow to remain in hibernation for now.
So he sent birds instead. He sent them to watch over the king and queen and see how they were really taking the absence of their son. He saw Juliana give a few tears one evening, while staring at a painting of what must have been a young Steve. But that was it. There was no official announcement to their people, but it was plain to see that Steve was no longer considered royalty by the court.
With a groan, Eddie cut off the connection between him and the raven, miles away. He rubbed his own actual eyes and then left his study to go and sit with the eager smiles that mirrored his own. It was story time and tonight, Eddie was thinking of throwing a few obstacles in the way, something really to get the kids excited like a tough riddle or even a labyrinth.
He came to one of the more comfortable sitting rooms, drinks and snacks already on the table, each child in their designated spot. But there was a new body floating in the room, standing off to the side like he wasn’t sure which place to sit. Obviously, not in the grand looking chair that was most definitely designated for Eddie.
“What brings you ‘round these parts, my liege?”, Eddie asked.
Steve had an arm across him and shrugged. “I’ve heard so much about your stories, I wanted to hear them for myself.”
The thought made Eddie so giddy that he climbed up onto his chair, squatting on it like a gargoyle while he met Steve’s gaze with a grin. If the prince wanted a show, he would give him the performance of a lifetime.
“Well then”, he settled onto the cushion, legs crossed now. Come take the seat with the best view~”
Steve’s eyes widened, not expecting something so blatantly, well, flirtatious. But he quickly regained his composure. “I’ll be fine right here, thanks.” He took the floor on the other side of the table, able to see all of Eddie and the rest of the kids.
Eddie’s grin didn’t falter and if anything, it deepened. Suddenly, getting the little prince to sit in his lap seemed to be his greatest life’s mission. If only because of how funny it would be. Yeah… funny.
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Turmoil; Chapter 7
Roman Roy x Reader
a/n: catch the easter egg hehe
Word Count: 2.60k
Just one day, you tell yourself. One day to forget about all the bullshit in your life and just enjoy yourself. It is a party in your name, after all.
After some moaning and groaning from Roman, you manage to drag him out of bed and get him ready. You stand, hips touching, as he messes with his cologne and you put in your earrings.
“You know some shit is going to happen today,” he mutters.
“Why would you say that?” you chide. “We should be relaxed. It’s our last night here.”
“Murphy’s Law, Y/N.”
“I didn’t know you were smart enough to know what that is.” He smacks your shoulder lightly. “What? I’m being honest,” you tease, smoothing out the wrinkles in the dress you’d picked out a few days before.
“I’m extremely intelligent, just so you know.”
“Sure, Roman.” You laugh.
“I’m the one who got Connor’s watch. And…,” he says conspiratorially, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. “I got someone’s personal bank records.”
“I love it when a man commits federal crimes for me,” you say faux-dreamily, smiling at him.
“Y/N, it’s not illegal, if I, er, found them.”
“We’ll talk about it later. I want a stress-free night.”
“Murphy’s Law,” he repeats. “What can go wrong will go wrong.”
“Is it too much to ask of your father to keep his opinions to himself for one night?” you ask, sighing. You perfect your look in the mirror before stepping away form Roman.
He follows you out the door, his fingers subtly intertwined with yours. He’s warmed up to your touch- not that he’s ever not liked it. Kissing, apparently, is still out of the question. You’d realized when you tried giving him a peck good night before bed the other day.
You can’t even begin to count all the people in attendance tonight. You don’t know most of them, as you’d expected, which makes your job more difficult. You have to make yourself look good- and Logan.
You mill about, doing what Roman refers to as ‘standing there and looking so damn pretty’, watching the crowd. He’d scuttled off in the name of finding desserts, leaving you to yourself and your thoughts. Logan had spared no expense for his son- chandeliers were lit, servers were flitting here and there, tables upon tables of food were laid out.
While your situation is less than ideal, you’re able to appreciate nice things when they come.
You idly sip from your glass, letting your gaze rake over the crowd. Logan is sitting by himself off to a corner, seemingly trying to gather his strength to even get up. You wonder where Marcia is, and you briefly feel a pang of sympathy. Only briefly.
Shiv is more than likely flirting with some random guy, you tell yourself, Kendall probably asleep in a separate room. Connor is entertaining his own circle of guests, in his element. He makes weird flapping motions with his arms, and you’re thankful you weren’t pulled into that conversation. Greg is happily munching on an assortment of treats. You’re delighted he’s gotten a break. He’s a good man; he deserves it.
Your gaze snags on a strangely already-balding young man. Before you’d left for this party, Roman had shown you a headshot of the accountant Connor was working with. He seemed freshly out of college, but both his face and certain records you’re sure you’ll be able to dig up say otherwise. If anything, he was suspicious.
To your dismay, he makes his way over to you. You hope this won’t be a repeat of the charity gala- you don’t think you’ll be able to control yourself this time. This guy has a punchable face, anyway.
“The future Mrs. Roy,” he says heartily. You lazily raise your glass to him. “I’ve been keen to meet you.” He talks like an old man, too. “I’m the one who directed my client to you when his things got stolen at the hotel.”
You straighten slightly. “Were you, now? I thought it just came with our… familial ties.” You flash your engagement ring at him.
“I mean, of course that’d be the natural course of thought. Regardless, I had to make sure he went with the best, and you’re the best.”
You’re certain he’s trying to kiss your ass. The question is why. You fold one of your arms over your torso and regard him. “Who are you, again?”
He straightens his blazer and extends his hand out to the one you currently have holding your glass. Jerkily, he puts it back down by his side and says, “Peirce Thompson. Thompson & Thompson Accounting and Banking.”
“What a firm name,” you say blandly.
“My brother and I started the thing up from our bedroom way back when, and the name’s just stuck.”
“So you’ve been around a while, then?”
“Oh, ages, absolute ages.” He dusts off an imaginary bit of lint from his shoulder. You press your lips together.
“Why haven’t I heard of you, then?” you ask carefully.
“Psh, your type of law and my finance rarely collide,” he says condescendingly. “We’re in two different worlds, sweetheart.”
Trying not to recede into yourself, you give him a strange look. What he’s saying is bullshit- you know your way around economics, and you run your own firm. Clearly, you have a handle on finance. “If you say so.”
As if Connor’s shenanigans couldn’t get more confusing. This accountant banker bitch reeks of fish- both figuratively and literally, unfortunately.
“I’ve been meaning to ask. Have you ever personally taken care of many fraud cases?”
“Depends on the kind of fraud we’re talking about.” You manage to catch Kendall’s eyes over Peirce’s shoulder. You subtly widen and release your eyelids, trying to get him to come over.
“Er, tax fraud.”
”Sure I have. Why do you ask?” You turn your gaze back to his.
“Only wondering. Some issues are arising with… clients.”
“Clients, huh?”
Thankfully, before he can say anything, Kendall claps his hand over Peirce’s shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be here today,” Kendall says stiffly. “Funny you’d show your face after raking up the interest for my dad by ‘forgetting’ to pay his taxes.” You have to keep yourself from laughing. Kendall continues. “You’ve met my sister? Trying to weasel your way into her finances, too?” He shifts to stand shoulder to shoulder with you. Your heart warms when he refers to you as family.
Peirce grits his teeth. “Lies don’t look good on you, Mr. Roy.”
Kendall snorts before pressing a hand to your back and guiding you away. “Thanks,” you murmur to him as you both slip away.
“He makes me want to rip my hair out. I’ve got you.”
You both make your way to a table, taking seats. You’d been standing for so long your feet were aching. Roman finds you and pulls a chair up right next to yours, and when he sits, he makes sure his leg is touching yours.
Kendall takes note, his eyes flickering from you to Roman. “What happened to ‘I’m going to kill her before I let her near me?’”
You laugh. “You said that?”
“I say lots of things I don’t remember.” Roman pushes a plate piled high with sweets towards you. “I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you everything.”
You give his knee a pat. “I appreciate you trying, Roman, but that’s way too much.”
“We’ll all share,” he insists. Kendall smiles, taking the miniature slice of German chocolate cake and setting it on his place.
“My wife catered,” he says simply. “She owns that bakery you like, Y/N. The one always open on the holidays.”
You smile softly at him. You’re happy that he’s happy. You and Roman pig out on the sweets, chattering comfortably until his eyes catch someone as they cross the room.
He somehow manages to smack Kendall’s chest from across the table and stares back into the crowd.
You and Kendall both follow Roman’s gaze. You just barely catch Marcia as she slips out of the main atrium, a man in tow.
Kendall must see something you don’t. “Give me your fucking phone,” he says quickly. Without thinking, you hand it to him and he power walks after her. You and Roman follow, albeit much slower because Kendall already looks crazy.
Kendall’s leagues ahead of you at this point, but he’s slow enough that you and Roman can tail him. You wind through the corridors until the three of you have stopped in an eerily empty hallway. Kendall is peeping into the sitting area that dead-ends the hall, and almost immediately doubles back, seemingly sick. He steels himself, then takes your phone and sticks it through the doorway and starts filming.
Peeking over his shoulder, you wince.
Marcia has a fuck buddy, and it isn’t Logan Roy.
As desperately as you want to get rid of the image of Marcia having sex from your brain, you can’t. It simultaneously makes you want to puke but also, disgustingly, elated that you now have something over her- and by proxy, Logan.
After an excruciating five minutes, the three of you had gone back to the party. You and Roman had danced a bit, and he’d admittedly embarrassed you with his extremely out-of-date moves. Despite it all, you’d found yourself laughing and having more fun than you’d had in ages.
Now, you’re struggling to unzip the back of your dress. Roman’s stooped over the sink, aggressively washing his face.
“Rome, you’re going to rip it off. Calm down,” you manage, tongue between your teeth as you continue to attempt to pull down the zipper.
He pats his face dry with a towel. “I’m being thorough.” Without being asked,he comes over to you and tugs the zipper open. “You should wear that more often.”
“I literally just got it.”
“Yeah. Keep wearing it.” His hands go to sit on your hips, gently rubbing.
“What’s with the affection all of the sudden?” He settles his face into your shoulder as you move to put your hair up. “Not that I’m complaining.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Getting more comfortable,” he says into your skin. “I don’t… I’ve never had a relationship like this. Where we genuinely liked each other.” You stay silent, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’m just scared. But we’ve been over that before.”
”You can always tell me how you’re feeling,” you say softly.
“I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t think I’ll physically be able to handle it.” Roman pulls away from you, padding into the bedroom. You quickly change into your pajamas before following him, slipping under the covers by his side. “I also don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.
“What makes you think you’ll hurt me?”
“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record with relationships, do I? Behind all that hoity toity lawyer stuff, you’re so horribly kind. It makes me sick, honestly.” He’s facing you, pain flickering across his face. “People have never really liked me for me, you know? It’s always just for my money, or my brother, or Dad. It’s like… it’s like I’m not even here.”
You take a moment before responding. “I see you. You work hard, Roman. I should express my appreciation more.”
You’re right. Despite your consistent bickering in the beginning, Roman was dedicated to what you were trying to do together. Like clockwork, he’d have paperwork on your desk or news articles sent or even a mug of coffee. Recently, too- he’d helped you confirm Connor was lying, and now he apparently has dirt on his finances- and financier.
“Even though you’re honestly a jerk, I think deep down under all of that clownery you’re a good guy,” you murmur.
“You’re so backhanded,” he complains, reaching across you to pull you into him. His arm wraps around your back, the other sitting on the back of your thigh as he shifts you on top of him. You set your cheek on his chest.
“Really, Roman. I think you’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers trace circles into your skin.
“I don’t even know what I’m talking about.” You catch your eyes drooping as he speaks. “I want to try this. Seriously. Actually.”
“You can,” you murmur back. “We can.”
“I want to start acting like a real couple. I want you to trust me, to feel safe with me.”
You sigh happily as his fingers continue their ministrations. “I already do.”
“That makes you kind of stupid, really.” Roman presses a hesitant kiss to your head. “Like you said, I’m a jerk, and on top of that, I’m vain, self absorbed, wickedly good looking…”
“Oh, shut up.” You laugh lightly into his chest.
He does, for a few moments. “Y/N?”
“Hm?”
He gently takes your chin, tilting it up enough so he can look at you. You can tell he’s fighting with himself in his mind. Shakily, he presses his lips to yours.
It’s a stiff, awkward kiss, and he pulls away quickly.
“Good night, Y/N.”
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The next morning, you’re leaning against the wall, fighting off sleep. Your flight is bright and early, and therefore so are you. Roman insisted to carry all of your luggage out to the car, so you stand in the foyer, avoiding the outside chill of the morning. You and Greg talk about nothing while Kendall stares into his empty coffee cup, Shiv on his other side, teeth chattering.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you- I’ve gotten a few bank statements I want you to take a look at. Don’t worry about them now, though. I don’t want you stressing until we get back. I mean, I don’t want you stressing at all, and I’m just trying to preserve the peace until we get back to the States. I mean- I don’t know what I mean.”
You give his arm an affectionate squeeze, and he rubs the grogginess from his eyes.
Roman shuffles back in, his breath clouding out in front of him before he steps back into the heat. “Santa took a fat shit outside.”
“How poetic,” you mutter in response. “You have such a way with words.”
He waits for the other three to file out of the foyer before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just for you.”
The flight back is lethargic. Nobody wants to get back to work, least of all you. Roman’s sprawled across your lap, and you idly scratch at his scalp. Kendall sits on your other side, slumped against you with his blanket pulled over his head. Shiv once again sits across from you, her legs once again propped up on the side of your lap Roman isn’t occupying. Greg has a sofa all to himself, his legs sticking off the end as he snores lightly.
Logan, again, had elected to take a different flight. It’s for the better, anyway.
“You think I can hire a hit man without getting arrested?” Shiv asks you nonchalantly.
“I want to see you try.” You give her ankle a pat. “You’ll do great,” you tell her sarcastically. “I’ll be so excited to come see you during prison visiting hours. If you get any.”
“Oh, be quiet. I’d execute it perfectly.”
“I really do hope you’re joking. Do you know how stupid people who hire ‘hit men’ are?” you ask, making air quotes with your free hand.
“What? It’d be fun, I think.”
“Stop thinking, then, Shiv.”
The rest of the long flight goes by slowly. When you step off the stairway and onto the asphalt, you take a breath of the smoke-infused air. It’s disgusting compared to the crisp, Norwegian air. Your nose scrunches.
“Fuckin’ gross…,” Kendall mutters as he gently pushes past you, his face mirroring yours. After everyone goes their separate ways, you and Roman are left to each other in the backseat of the car taking you back to your apartment.
The rest of the day is lazy. You spend it curled together on the couch.
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Second Thoughts
Book: Blades of Light and Shadow
Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Raine of Riverbend (F!MC)
Rating: Teen
Word count: 1235
Summary: After choosing to leave the portals open, Raine is wrestling with second thoughts. Tyril is there to help her through them.
A/N: This started out as pure fluff and took a turn into the slightly angsty. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge, prompts: flowers & "Your laughter is my favorite melody."
The first tulips begin to bloom in April, dancing merrily amidst the crocuses and daffodils. Raine can’t resist leaning in every so often and simply taking a deep, cleansing breath. There’s something invigorating about those first shaky efforts of springtime.
After the winter they’ve had, they deserve some spring.
It’s been six weeks since she made the call to leave the portals open, letting people and magic pass through them freely, but she can’t stop wondering if she made the wrong decision. For the first three weeks or so, she’d wake up in a panic in the middle of the night, heart racing and convinced she’d doomed everyone in both realms to a slow and painful death. Tyril talked her down from many a nightmare during those long, terrible nights, and she’d fall asleep again within the protective shelter of his arms.
She hasn’t had one of those nightmares in three weeks, but her waking hours are still plagued by doubts.
“You’ll get yourself stung by a bee,” he tells her fondly.
She sticks her tongue out at him. “Stopping to smell the roses is a time-honored human tradition. You’re just jealous you don’t have flowers in Undermount.”
“We do, too.” He gently tugs on her braid. “Next time you visit, I’ll show you the greenhouse.”
“How in the world do you…” She stops herself. “Ah. Magic.”
“Conjured in tandem by enough elves that only a little lifeforce is taken from each.”
“Tyril, you know I love flowers, but are they worth your lifeforce?”
His eyes light up at the promise of a debate. “Isn’t it also a human saying that beauty is its own reward?”
She takes his hand as images of him nearly falling at the battlefield flash before her eyes. “Nothing is worth your life, Tyril. Certainly not a few flowers.”
The argumentative light in his eyes gives way to tenderness. “I’ve never been one of the flora elves, Raine.”
“And you never will be. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
She exhales. She feels like they just cheated death again. She feels like they just cheated death entirely too often. For once, she wants them to have simple, uncomplicated fun. “Let’s go on an adventure,” she tells him.
He raises an elegant brow. “May I inquire as to what you think we’ve been doing for the past year and a half?”
“I mean a fun adventure. Low stakes, no near-death experiences, absolutely zero monsters” A pause at his doubtful expression. “All right, fewer monsters.”
“We’re due to meet with Nia in less than two hours.”
“We can make it in time. Why don’t we go on a picnic to the woods?”
He looks at her. “Your heart is set on this, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Then I suppose we’re going on a picnic to the woods.”
“This was a good idea,” she says an hour later.
They’re sprawled out on a blanket, two goblets of elven wine and a bowl of assorted fruit resting near them. Tyril looks relaxed, his forehead free of the worry lines that are rarely far behind.
“Has it made you happy?” He asks, as if that’s the only relevant criteria.
“It really has. We needed this.” She raises herself up on an elbow and grins at him. “Especially you. Your frown lines were developing frown lines.”
“I believe I’ve had cause to frown lately,” he says dryly.
She reaches out to trace the little crease on his forehead with her fingers. “Of course. But the worst part is over, Tyril. We can relax.”
“That’s sound advice. Do you intend to take it?” He gives her a knowing look. “I’m not the only one who’s been frowning recently.”
She shifts, a guilty look in her eyes. “Is it that obvious?”
“No,” he admits. “You hide it well. It’s only that I watch you very closely.”
Well, hellsfire, what’s a girl supposed to say to that? “I keep wondering if I made the wrong decision. Should I have merged the realms? Or gone into the Shadow Realm? What if I made a mistake?”
“Uluvalir, I don’t think there was a right decision here.”
Despite the heaviness of the moment, she can’t resist teasing him. “That must’ve hurt you to say out loud.”
He ignores her. “Yes, leaving the portals open wasn’t a perfect solution. But if we had merged the realms, untold quantities of people would have died. Would you have been able to accept that?”
“No,” she admits. “It would have haunted me.”
“And if we had gone to the Shadow Realm, we don’t know what would have happened. We might have become infected by Shadow.”
“I’d never be able to forgive myself if you or the others had been hurt.” She blows out a breath. “Okay, I get it. There were no right choices, but there was the right choice for me. And I made it.”
Tyril takes her hand and tugs her closer. “Do you feel better?”
“I do.” She kisses him, then grins. “But you know what else would make me feel better?”
“I believe I have an idea…”
When he reaches for her, she scrambles back. “Mind out of the gutter, Lord Starfury. I meant a race.”
“A race? You want to run?”
But she’s already on her feet and making for the trees. She’s starting to gain a real advantage when the sound of her name stops her dead in her tracks.
“Raine!”
Alarmed, she skids to a stop. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I was promised no monsters!”
She runs back to him so fast her breath is coming out in short gasps when she finally reaches him. “What are you talking about?”
A blue finger points at a creature that’s… surprisingly small to be a monster. “That!”
She follows his line of vision and breaks into helpless peals of laughter. “Tyril… those aren’t monsters. Those are geese.”
“The difference is hardly significant!” He glares at her. “Are you enjoying this?”
“No! I’m not! It’s just…” But she’s doubled over now, laughing so hard she can’t finish her sentence. When she looks back up, she’s surprised to find him smiling slightly. “Is that a devious smile? Are you planning to feed me to our geese friends?”
“They’re not our friends. And no. It’s only that I haven’t seen you laugh like that in a very long time.”
“We haven’t had very many reasons to laugh.”
“No. But I suppose I’m glad for those blasted things.” He shoots the geese a distasteful look. His hand twitches, as if he’s considering casting a spell to keep them far away from him. But his face softens again when he turns to look at her. “Your laughter is my favorite melody.”
Undone, she walks to him. “And your smile is my favorite sight.”
“I suppose I’ll have to smile more often.”
“Yes please. You of all people don’t need more frown lines.”
He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her to him. “I don’t believe it’s possible to be with you, Raine, and not smile.”
“Back at you.”
She tips her head to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothes her, and the scent of flowers wafts up around them in a gentle welcome, a promise of more beauty yet to come. Her friends are safe, the realms are thriving, and Tyril is right here in her arms.
For once, all is right in her world.
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PROMPTS FROM SINGIN' IN THE RAIN
* assorted dialogue from the 1952 film, adjust as necessary
hey! do something! call me a cab!
i said some awful things that night, didn't i?
tell them to go home.
everybody go until further notice!
wait a minute! i am just about to be brilliant.
keep your eyes riveted on me.
we've talked the whole night through.
are you sure it's all right? being seen with me?
don't you touch me!
are you doing anything tonight?
what do you think of it?
remind me to give you a raise.
from where i stand, the sun is shining all over the place.
did somebody get paid for writing that dialogue?
the show must go on! come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show must go on!
you've never looked lovelier.
i buy four or five a month.
i'd rather kiss a tarantula.
i just had to tell you how good you were.
what a glorious feeling.
i'm an actress.
no no, don't go.
nobody's got that much money.
here's one thing i learned from the movies!
you're a beautiful woman.
you got that poor kid fired!
i'd like to see you act. what are you in right now?
you're nothing but a shadow.
don't tell me, it's a flat tire.
you've got to show a movie at a party. it's hollywood law.
that's ridiculous. everybody knows you're in love with me.
we're missing every other word! you've got to talk into the mic!
at last i can start suffering.
tell me the truth. am i a good actor?
what's the first thing an actor learns?
hey, what'd you say that for?
i'd like to break every bone in your body.
thanks a lot!
what do you have to be so conceited about?
what's wrong with the way i talk?
she can't act, she can't sing, she can't dance. a triple threat.
you couldn't kiss me like that and not mean it just a teensy weensy bit.
you're not through!
you've seen one, you've seen them all.
i never heard of anything so low. why did you do it?
i can't make love to a bush!
laugh all you want, but at least the stage is a dignified profession.
it'll be a sensation!
i happen to be in love with her!
why bother to shoot this film?
meet the greatest actor in the world.
look at me. i've got no fame, i've got no glory, i've got no big mansions, i've got no money.
you'll have to wear a beard for that one, of course.
you don't mean that.
i can't get her out of my mind.
that means i'm out of a job.
i'm no actor. never was.
at least you'e taking it lying down.
you saw one once?
try to get this straight: there is nothing between us. there has never been anything between us. just air.
what's the big idea? am i dumb or something?
you're going to new york and then some day we'll all hear of you, won't we?
everybody used to wear them.
believe me, i don't like her half as much as i hate you.
i'm glad you turned up!
you keep away from me!
sticks and stones may break my bones...
oh, you don't mean that.
people just don't do things like that.
you... you were kissing him!
i'm not in a play right now, but i will be.
i've had one motto which i've always lived by: dignity. always dignity.
what do they think i am? dumb or something?
let me hear you read your line.
i don't go to the movies much.
movies are entertaining enough for the masses, but the personalities on the screen don't impress me.
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Bucky I’m In Love With My Best Friend
Chapter 4
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You are hopelessly in love with your best friend, James Buchanan Barnes, and it's clear he feels something for you, too. So between stolen kisses and hookups, drunken calls and flirty banter, why can't you talk about it? What even is "it"?
Warnings: Light angst, an argument, all is resolved
Words: 5,090
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48220744/chapters/121858312
Chapter 3
Chapter Notes: Hi, my loves! This chapter is a little longer than the last one, and a little angstier, though I always try to wrap things up on a happy note. Please let me know what you all think! I love you and thank you for reading!
“Did you tell Bucky?” Were the first words to spill out of Nat’s mouth as she came rushing into your room. Wanda shot you a sympathetic look from where she was sat, cross-legged, at the end of your bed.
“No,” you replied with a resolved pout. “He didn’t text me all day. He doesn’t get to know. He can find out when he sees me next and wonder why he was left out of the loop.”
“Nice to know we’re being mature about this.” Wanda’s words were drowned out as Nat spoke over her.
“Let’s sign your cast.” You nodded towards your desk where a pencil case brimming with art supplies sat unzipped. An assortment of colored Sharpies overflowed from it. Nat went for classic black, tossing Wanda a red one. After they finished, Nat sat next to you, leaning in conspiratorially. “If you really want to make him jealous, get another guy to sign it first.”
“Another guy?” You blinked. “I don’t know any other guys. I mean, I do, but my guy friends are nerds; Bucky won’t be jealous of them.”
“Get Loki to do it,” Nat squealed delightedly. You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at her turpitude. Bucky was close with Thor but he absolutely despised his younger brother. But you couldn’t go that far. Bucky never talked to people you hated; you wanted to reciprocate that respect. He was your friend, first, after all. You were about to protest the idea when Wanda spoke up.
“And Erik downstairs. Bucky definitely noticed the way he eyes you up. He’s always calling the guy a cornball and looking for reasons to dislike him,” she added.
“Wanda!” You scolded, not at all surprised to hear Nat talking like this but very shocked indeed to hear it coming from your most rational friend. She simply grinned bashfully in response.
“He hasn’t texted you all day,” Wanda reminded you. “Nothing wrong with reminding him how steep the competition is out here.
“I wouldn’t want him to remind me how steep the competition is,” you argued. Nat waved her hand dismissively.
“But if he does it, he’s a douchebag because he knows you two would’ve been in a relationship already if it were up to you. He’s the one who ‘needs time’, so you can show him that if he doesn’t step up, another guy will!”
“Somehow, I don’t think Bucky is that insecure. He’d just say something like ‘if that’s what you want, then that’s that’ and never talk to me again.”
“Oh, I forgot you two love playing the emotionally mature game.” Nat wrinkled her nose in disapproval. “But if we go out tonight and you just happen to run into Erik and Loki before Bucky texts you, he’ll have no one to blame but himself.” You groaned in response.
“I just ate shit on the way home from class and spent the last three hours in an emergency room. I do not feel like going out tonight.”
“And is the alternative sitting in bed, eating peanut butter cups and complaining about how much your arm hurts and how Bucky hasn’t texted you back?” Wanda asked pointedly. You shot her a death glare.
“Maybe the peanut butter cups will keep him at bay. He is allergic,” you mused.
“Yeah, no, I’m sorry; I do not want to deal with pouty Y/N right now. Get dressed and put on your best sad, wounded puppy look,” Nat said. She eyed you for a second. “Yeah, just like that.” You groaned loudly in response, only growing louder as she stood up and made her way to your closet, flipping through your dresses.
You’d settled on a strapless emerald green mini dress and black boots, which Wanda helped you into as Nat did your hair and makeup. Since you couldn’t exactly put anything on over your sling, your jacket hung over your shoulders. You wanted to complain more, but the girls were right. You’d be in pain either way. Might as well distract yourself from it, both physically and emotionally.
You were heading downstairs when Nat slowed you all to a stop in the hallway.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” She asked, louder than necessary. You hid your face behind your hand as you realized what she was doing. “Oh, Y/N, you poor thing. Wanda, will you help Y/N with her jacket?” Her speaking volume raised each time she said your name, making your face flush in humiliation, especially as the door to the apartment you’d stopped in front of slowly swung open, revealing a curious-looking Erik.
“Y/N? I thought I heard your name,” he said.
“A wonder how that came to be,” you mumbled under your breath. His eyes fell on your cast.
“What happened to you? Are you okay?” Concern laced his voice.
“I’m just clumsy,” you conceded with a tight smile. “I tripped reading on my way out of the library. Should’ve watched where I was going.”
“I’m glad you’re alright,” he said, his fingers ghosting your arm as he stared down at you intensely. “I thought someone hurt you; I’d have to teach them a lesson.” He gave you a crooked smile as he said it, gazing into your eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted Nat’s triumphant grin, as Wanda had the decency to pretend to be reading a job posting stapled to the community corkboard. Jesus, Bucky was right, you couldn’t help but think. This guy really is a cornball. “Oh, hey, they signed your cast. Why don’t I add my name to it?”
“Luckily,” Nat interjected, “I happen to have brought some Sharpies. What color would you like?”
“How about gold?” Erik asked, flashing his bright, picture perfect smile. You watched Nat grow a little flustered as she handed him the marker. Of course he would pick gold, you thought to yourself. “Where are you guys headed?” Erik asked as he finished signing your cast, finally taking in your outfits. Nat’s eyes sparkled.
“We’re just—“
“Late, we are running late,” you interrupted, ushering her away with your good hand. “Nice seeing you Erik, see you around!” You called as Wanda held the door open for you all to step outside, leaving a confused Erik still standing in his doorway.
“If you don’t want him, I’ll take him,” Nat said into the evening air as the door shut behind you.
“Take away,” you sighed as you began walking to the bar where Wanda swore she’d seen Loki on Snap Map. “You know this is borderline stalking,” you reminded her.
“It is public information,” she clarified. “And we got to speak to my bachelor, so we’re doing Nat’s next!”
“It’s like the world’s shittiest game show,” you lamented. “All the douchebags and no cash prize.”
“The prize,” Wanda reminded you, “will be Bucky seeing how many men will happily take his place and be your shoulder to cry on if he ever pulls a disappearing act like he did today.” You couldn’t help but smirk at her overprotectiveness. You knew Bucky most likely got caught up in a game of pick-up basketball or was busy with schoolwork, but you couldn’t help the chip on your shoulder that you’d broken your arm and he wasn’t around to help you. So much for best friends, you thought bitterly.
You spotted Loki almost immediately after entering the bar. He was leaning against a pool table, laughing at something his friends were saying when he caught your eye. You turned to notice that Nat and Wanda had already made themselves scarce, heading to the bar to get you drinks.
“Y/N,” Loki greeted as he strutted towards you, his eyes flitting down briefly to take in the sling. “Don’t you look worse for wear.”
“Gee, thanks, Loki,” you rolled your eyes. He laughed.
“You look beautiful as ever, darling, I was merely referring to the little nylon accessory you’re currently sporting.” You sighed.
“I may be beauty but I am not grace. I tripped coming out of the library.” Unlike Erik’s concerned reaction, Loki merely tilted his head back in a roaring laugh, a sound that irritated you to your core like proverbial nails on a chalkboard.
“Perhaps not grace, but the phrase ‘beauty and brains’ does come to mind,” he conceded. He gestured towards the pool table. “I’d offer for you to join me but it seems you are out of commission for the time being.”
“I’ll watch,” you said, resignedly, leaning on a nearby pool table. You watched him play for a minute before Nat and Wanda returned, Malibu bay breeze in hand. You smiled gratefully as you sipped the drink down. Loki greeted them both in turn as he made his shot before finally looking up from his game and leaning on the table next to you. For a moment neither of you said anything.
“So,” he finally spoke. “No Buckley today?”
“Bucky,” you corrected him, his answering shrug confirming your suspicion that he already knew your best friend’s name. “And no. We haven’t spoken today.” Loki hummed in response, his expression calculating as he took in the defeated slump of your shoulders.
“Despite your recent injury,” he noted.
“I mean, I didn’t exactly text him about it,” you admitted.
“You’re still upset. Why is that, if you haven’t even given him a chance to show up for you?”
“Because,” you sighed. “I shouldn’t have to. He doesn’t ask me to show up for him, I just do it. A little reciprocity would be nice.” He hummed in response.
“You know, Y/N, not everyone shows their affection the same way you do. Just because Bucky doesn’t speak your love language, doesn’t mean he isn’t speaking his own.”
“He doesn’t speak any love language,” you scoffed. Loki’s index finger and thumb touched your chin, just for a moment, as he tilted your face up to look into his eyes. His fingers were off you just as quickly as he chose his next words.
“Listen, love. You know I think I could make you much happier than that joker ever could.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he shot you a silencing look before continuing. “And I know that there is no room in your heart for anyone besides him. But ask yourself. When is the last time he spoke to someone for this long? His reputation precedes him, you know. But with you, it’s different. You’re not a fling. Maybe he’s taking his time with you because he thinks you’re worth taking things slowly with. And maybe each time he distances himself, he’s trying to stop this from burning out too soon because he’s decided he wants you around for a long time.” You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment as he stood up and stretched, cue stick in hand. “I mean, what do I know? The guy’s an idiot. If you were my girl, I’d show you off to the entire city. And take you on a date that isn’t sneaking into AMC to see The Batman for free for the tenth time.” He shot you a smirk. “Though I suspect you enjoy that. So how about you hand me a Sharpie and I can sign that cast of yours to make him jealous, and you can head over to his apartment?”
“How did you know?” You laughed.
“Your two best friends and Erik Killmonger? Please, darling. Discreet is not your strong suit. Seeing as gold has been taken, why don’t you hand me the green one to match that pretty little dress of yours?”
The walk back to Bucky’s apartment was contemplative for you. You ran into Peter and MJ coming out of a restaurant with Tony and Pepper along the way, so you were grateful for a few more signatures from your friends to hide your stupid, embarrassing scheme. Wanda and Nat finally left you at the door to the brownstone Bucky and his roommates shared. With your good hand, you knocked shakily. It was Steve who answered.
“Y/N? What happened to you?” He asked as he took in your arm.
“Being clumsy, as usual,” you replied, peeking past him. “Is Bucky home?”
“Yeah, he’s in his room, come on in,” he said, stepping aside to let you in first before closing the door behind you. You greeted Thor and Sam playing 2K on the living room floor, brushing off their concern. Before you could make it to Bucky’s room, he came out. His hair was wet from a shower and he was wearing plaid pajama pants and the Christmas t-shirt he always wore to bed. His already plump pink lips were settled in a confused pout.
“Y/N?” He asked, his eyes dancing over your frame before making their way back to your face.
“Hey, Buck.”
“You tried to breathe and walk at the same time again?” He asked teasingly. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.
“Oh, this? I fell off a cellphone tower. I thought perhaps I wasn’t getting any bars since you haven’t texted me all day.” You shot back. It was semi-playful but laced with something else.
“Phone works both ways,” he reminded you in his smart-ass tone. Oh, he was upset. But why? You wondered. He hadn’t even seen the signatures yet. “I’ve been waiting for a text from you,” he confessed, opening the door to his bedroom and leaning back against it as you walked in. He joined you in sitting at the edge of his bed and brushed your jacket off your shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me as soon as it happened?” He asked as he touched your arm gently, inspecting the injury. His eyebrows shot up as he read the signatures and you felt your face flush. “Looks like you’ve been in good hands, at least.” It was hard to miss the iciness in his tone.
“Not like you care,” you grumbled. A look flashed across his face that you couldn’t mistake for anything but anger.
“I don’t care?” He asked disbelievingly.
“I didn’t mean that, I…” you trailed off unsurely.
“So what did you mean, Y/N? Besides putting words in my mouth?”
“I don’t know, I… You didn’t text me all day.”
“Yeah, because I was busy with shit. And you didn’t text me either. But you had time to have half of New York sign your cast,” he scoffed. Shit. This was a bad idea, jealousy was such a negative emotion. Why did you let Nat and Wanda talk you into this?
“Half of New York would’ve signed my cast whether you showed up for me or not, Bucky,” you cried. “I have friends, you know. I don’t just sit around waiting for you all day.” Such a lie. Yes, you did.
“I never said you did,” Bucky raised his voice to match yours. “Where is this coming from?”
“I just,” you sighed. “I just want you to show up for me.”
“All this because I didn’t text you for one day? The phone works both ways, Y/N.”
“No, not just today. I mean. Like, you ice me out. We spend the night together and you get all cold and distant after. We’re friends and then we’re more than friends but it’s always on your terms. Anytime we get too close, you push me away again.” You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you spoke despite how much you willed yourself not to cry.
“I need time, Y/N, I told you this,” he replied. His tone was even but his eyebrows were knotted together in frustration.
“Yeah, I know, but what about what I need? Reassurance. Affection. I’m not a sex doll, you know.”
“I never said you are.”
“I know you didn’t. But I feel like one. You hate when I say we’re just friends but the only time you’re intimate with me outside of that is sex.”
“So you don’t want to have sex anymore,” he concluded, the corners of his pouty lips twitching into a frown.
“No, Bucky, I want to have sex but I want more than that, don’t you get it?”
“And I’m telling you I need time. Y/N, please. I would’ve showed up for you today if you asked. I would’ve taken you to the E.R. I would’ve signed your cast first. If you texted me.”
“I…” you started, cutting yourself off with a sigh after a moment. “I know. I don’t know what I was trying to prove,” you admitted quietly.
“C’mere. Let me get you out of that dress. Which shirt do you want to wear?” He asked.
“That one,” you nodded towards the one he was wearing.
“Of course. Couldn’t make it easy for me,” he shook his head with a slight smile and pulled the shirt over his head in one swift motion. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of his naked torso and look away even though it was nothing you hadn’t seen before. His motions were gentle and slow, his eyebrows pulled together in concentration as he helped you dress. Soon you were laid up in nothing but his Christmas tee and your panties, and Bucky remained shirtless in his pajama pants at your side.
“Where is it?” He finally asked.
“Where is what?” You replied in question, confusion lacing your tone. He quirked an eyebrow at you.
“My Sharpie,” he answered. You felt your face flush as he shot you a triumphant smirk.
“It’s in my jacket pocket,” you admitted. He fished it out, signing the available spot on your hand in bright orange. His favorite color. The signature was unnecessarily big, and he finished with a heart. You shot him a smile and he rolled his eyes at you.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it before I turn it into a butt,” he warned. You giggled and nodded your agreement, your mind racing with things to say but none of them seeming like enough.
“Goodnight, Bucky,” you breathed into the dark room after a while.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” his sleepy voice mumbled in reply. His soft snores filled the room only moments after.
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TWST Talk: Heartslabyul Face Markings
You know exactly what I’m talking about- the card suit markings on the faces of Trey, Cater, Ace and Deuce, and the assorted other background Heartslabyul students. There was a period of time when I was new to the Twisted Wonderland fandom when I thought they might be weird magical birthmarks (it made sense in my head…) but that doesn’t seem to be accurate, since it’s only the Heartslabyul students who have them. Excepting Riddle, but since he’s the Queen who rules over the card soldiers, that tracks. They’re clearly applied by makeup, possibly using stencils to keep them neat, but that raises more questions.
How do students pick which mark they get? Did both Deuce, Trey, and Cater pick their based off their last names, or did Riddle or someone else tell them that was their marking? What about Ace, who has no heart indicator in his name, but has a heart marking anyway? Did he pick it out himself? Why that mark, then? And how do they pick size and placement? Both Ace and Deuce have fairly large markings that each overlap with their eyes and they’re freshmen, and Cater and Trey have smaller markings on their cheekbones and they’re juniors. Does the size and placement indicate year or is it arbitrary? I went back and checked, too, and students with hearts always have them over their left eye, diamonds are always on the right cheek etc. Does that mean all marks have a specific size and place you need to put them? Do they need to specify how many people can get each marking so they don’t have a year that’s like 90% spades or something?
Also, they don’t seem to take it off even when they’re not at school. Ace and Deuce have their markings when they show up as a rescue party in Book 4- did they keep them on all break or did they do their makeup special when they realized they were going back to school (yes, I know it’s because they didn’t want to change the sprites for one scene but just go with me on this). Actually, it would be kind of cute if Deuce was like ‘we can’t show up at school without our makeup!’ And forced Ace to do it too. Or he’s too proud of being at Night Raven to take the makeup off even on vacation.
This isn’t a very serious post (obviously) just a funny little observation I had. I can think so hard about things that don’t matter at all.
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Hi, I just want to ask about the tags I've seen on one of the Loki posts (screen below, because I dont know what I'm doing, I rarely sand messages on tumblr). Could you explain the S-H part and how it relates to his attire when you have some time (and want to explain of course)? Thank you!
Hello! Thank you for sending me an ask!
So, to explain why I honestly think Loki does self-harm...
Look at Loki's attire in Thor 1...
And then look at The Warriors Three attire...(Images)
And Thor's...
In the scene where we see Loki confess about telling Odin, all of The Warriors Three are either wearing thin clothing or showing skin of some sort. It's also worth noting that they're sitting around a fire in the scene. So, the room that they're in is by no means cold, yet Loki is still completely covered from the neck down. All that viewers, and other supporting characters, are able to see is his head and his hands.
Now, if we compare Loki's attire to Thor's when he visits him at the S.H.I.E.L.D base, we can see that Loki is wearing several layers just like he was on Asgard when, base off of how other characters are dress, it's not necessary. While Thor is on Earth, we see him only really wear a jacket and/or flannel and short sleeve t-shirt for most if not the entire the time he's there. This causes me to speculate that Asgardians have higher body temperatures than humans since he clearly doesn't require several layers to stay warm. (Darcy is literally in the background wearing a skull cap and coat and possibly even a scarf, and Thor is out here in a t-shirt and flannel 🙄).
Keep in mind that Loki is also a Jotun, and the planet that they originate from is colder than the Antarctic. When we see him, Thor and The Warriors Three go to Jotunheim, Heimdall makes a comment that Loki isn't dress warmly enough. Clearly it isn't required for Loki wear much to stave off the cold. This detail most likely means that because of Loki's Jotun biology (and arguably his Asgardian biology), the cold doesn't bother him. Therefore, the amount of layers we see him wear in the movie, again, isn't necessary.
That begs the question...If Loki doesn't get cold, why does he dress the way that he does?
It's simple really, he's hiding something. It's not uncommon for people who self-harm to try and hide their scars from others. People also may self-harm for an assortment of reasons. Whether it be because they are depressed, anxious, seeking attention and/or possibly suicidal (and according to Thor 1, it can also be debated that Loki was/is suicidal as well). My entire blog really is just a series of repetitive in-depth analyses of the psychological problems Loki suffers from because of, really ALL of Asgard but specifically, Heimdall, The Warriors Three, Thor, Frigga and especially Odin. (My Loki Series Analysis summarizes a lot if not all of the main points I make on my blog). The Thor 1 movie just gives you a sneak peak/summary of what Loki has no doubt had to deal with for centuries. Between being talked over, ignored, underappreciated, neglected, misunderstood, isolated, outcast, gaslit and possibly physically abused (Odin's fist raise), coupled with being abducted and being raised to believe that the species he originated from are a race of horrible monsters, how much he struggles in the movie and in his overall life is understandable. Loki is painfully aware that he is different from other Asgardians and this bothers him. In reality, Loki understands that self-harming in not a normal thing for people to do and, based on the fact that he's hiding, he feels embarrassed that he does it. There could even be a fear factor included since he might not know how people would react if he were to tell them, or he may already know that the people around him won't take it very well if they care at all! As a result, Loki hides.
I hope this answered your question and makes sense! Thank you again for sending me this ask! 💌😁
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Stars Around My Scars
Chapter 8 - Sleep In Half The Day (Read on Ao3)
TW// Mentions of torture (some very dark humour basically), and some mild sexual references.
Breakfast time saw Magnus and Alec in bed, a tray balanced between their laps, and balanced on the tray was an assortment of breakfast items - pancakes and scrambled eggs and toast with honey. Alec’s ankle was hooked on top of Magnus, though neither of them made note of them as they ate in between random conversation.
“So, how did you get banned from Peru?” Alec asked in between tiny bites of bacon.
Magnus shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Alec frowned. “Then why did you make me sit through that long ass tale?”
Magnus pouted. “I’m a lonely immortal. I have stories to tell.”
Alec looked unimpressed. It shouldn’t have worked, not with Magnus’s pink robe still around him, but somehow it did.
“And I like to have people actually listen, sometimes,” Magnus finished with a click of his tongue. He stabbed his fork into a pile of pancakes. “Now, what else would you like to hear? The time I rescued the Queen of France from certain doom? My wild encounters with mermaids? Diamond heists I did during my time in colonial Shanghai?”
“How about you shut up?” Alec mumbled.
“Rude,” Magnus said.
“You could tell me a story about a time you were tortured to death,” Alec grumbled under his death. “I think that would make me quite happy.”
“Oh, I do have a story like that!” Magnus perked up. “I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, really. Portals hadn’t been invented yet, so I had to break out the old fashioned way. Took me thirteen days. Whew.” Magnus shook his head. “Have you ever been stabbed with a corkscrew? Dreadful. Wouldn’t recommend it.”
Magnus realised he might have said a little too much when he turned to Alec, whose face was white with abject horror.
“What is wrong with you?” Alec murmured.
“Is this about the corkscrew?” Magnus asked. “I promise I won’t bring it up again.”
Alec opened his mouth, shut it again, and then turned back to his food.
Awkward.
Magnus cringed at himself internally.
Then again, he reminded himself, it wasn’t the first time someone had been horrified by his past, and it wouldn't be the last.
Besides, this was Alec. He’d be out of Magnus’s lair this time next year, and Magnus would never have to see him again.
Magnus cleared his throat. “Anyways, I was thinking - what would you like to do today?”
Alec looked at him, in the middle of chewing some random morsel. “What?”
“I mean,” Magnus shrugged. “I cleared out my schedule for the week, so we won’t be bothered by clients. We could use this time to get you acquainted with the mundane world. I was thinking, today, we could go out and about, see some sights.”
Alec pursed his lips. “I don’t really want to-“
“Alec,” Magnus said gently. “You can’t lie in bed all day, everyday. Eventually you’ll have to go out and live on your own. The sooner you’re prepared for it, the better.”
Alec stared at Magnus, and then slowly, still making eye contact with Magnus, he leaned in and rested his chin on Magnus’s shoulder.
“And here I thought I’d get to mooch off of you for the rest of my life,” Alec mumbled.
Looking at Alec wasn’t really a good option right now. Looking at Alec meant their noses were touching and Magnus could feel his breath against his skin. But he was doing it anyway.
“I’m generous,” Magnus admitted in a low whisper. “But I’m not that generous.”
“I’m sure you can be convinced.” Alec smiled mysteriously.
Magnus frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Alec’s smile widened. “It means I know your weakness.”
My weakness? Magnus thought. He didn’t have a weakness, as far as he knew, unless Alec had misunderstood something he had said. But what…
“Are you going to convince me with a corkscrew?” he asked.
Alec immediately jerked away, frowning as if something wet and soppy had landed on him. “Will you shut up about that corkscrew?”
“Too sensitive to hear about corkscrew torture?” Magnus raised an eyebrow. “No wonder you got deruned.”
“Oh shut up,” Alec grumbled. “I don’t care that you got tortured by a corkscrew or whatever, but, God, you don’t have to be so jovial about it!”
Magnus blinked. “You- what?”
“You talk about it like- like it’s some joke. Another funny story,” Alec wrinkled his nose. “It’s weird.”
“So, just to be clear,” Magnus went on. “You don’t care that I got tortured for thirteen days straight?”
“No,” Alec said, and then visibly reconsidered. “I mean, yes? Maybe? I’m sorry you got tortured. I don’t know.”
Magnus couldn’t help but fight back a tiny smile. “So you don’t pity me?”
“I’d be a bit of a hypocrite if I did,” Alec shrugged.
“Good,” Magnus said, and he stopped fighting his smile. “Does this mean I can annoy you with more sob stories from my past?”
Alec scrunched up his face. “No thanks.”
Magnus laughed at that, leaning back into the pillows. “Well, maybe just about that one time when-“
Alec covered his ears. “No.”
“But-“ Magnus stifled his laughter unsuccessfully.
“No,” Alec said, but his lips were twitching upwards a little, and Magnus realized that this was the first time he was seeing Alec smile.
Alec actually looked kind of cute when he smiled.
Magnus cleared his throat and looked away. “Well, if you’re done eating-“
“Uh, not yet,” Alec said, taking a stab at another piece of bacon.
“How long are you going to take?” Magnus asked, but the only response he got was Alec holding up his empty glass, which had lychee juice in it not all that long ago.
“I need a refill,” Alec said.
Magnus sighed.
He ended up sitting there for about an hour more until Alec had finally wiped his plates clean and declared he was done with a dramatic drop of his fork.
“Perfect,” Magnus said. “Now, you go take a bath.”
Alec made a face. “Now?”
“Yes, now.”
Alec pouted and slumped back into the pillows. “Can’t it wait until later?”
“Nope,” Magnus said. “Up. Now.”
Alec raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re still in bed.”
Magnus sighed, and banished the now empty breakfast tray with a flick of his hand. He got out of bed and stood, arms crossed, and stared down at Alec. “Up.”
“No.”
“You’re violating Cardinal Rule number-“
Alec threw open the robe he was wearing, pulling idly at the skirt as he met Magnus’s eyes. “Doesn’t matter. This isn’t getting any shorter.”
Magnus exerted great self control and managed not to throw any expletives at Alec.
“Will you go take a bath, or-“
“Or what?” Alec leaned further back into the pillows, meeting Magnus’s gaze squarely. “What, are you going to throw me in the bathroom if I don’t get up now?”
The bathroom door flew open with a bang, blue magic sparking up as the door thudded against the wall. Magnus walked in, a dark cloud hanging over his head as he carried a smug-looking Alec into the bathroom.
Why am I doing this again? Magnus wondered. Sure, he got his way and Alec would be maintaining his hygiene. But he was still, in a way, coddling Alec.
Magnus eyed the large bathtub at the end of the bathroom for a moment, and with a flick of a finger it disappeared. In its place was now a spacious shower separated from the bathroom by a wall and door of frosty glass. Magnus pushed the door open with a foot and stepped in, lowering Alec onto his feet.
He tried not to mourn the loss of contact as Alec stepped away from him. He succeeded. Mostly.
In his defense, he’d just spent the better part of two hours cuddled up with Alec.
Magnus cleared his throat to get Alec’s attention, and then pointed to the knobs controlling the shower output.
“Right one for hot water, left one for cold. Soap and shampoo are over there-“ he pointed to a corner shelf laden with a bunch of bath products. “-use as much as you’d like. After you shower, brush your teeth and come out into the living room. I’ll think of something we can do.”
Alec rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
Magnus snapped his fingers. “Bathrobe’s hanging on a rack next to the sink. Anything else you need?”
Alec gestured to the pink sparkly ensemble he still had on under the robe. “How am I going to shower with this on?”
“I could magic it off,” Magnus shrugged.
Alec raised an eyebrow at that.
“I won’t look,” Magnus promised, raising both his hands in a calming gesture.
Alec nodded, and a slow salacious smile spread across his face. “You didn’t answer my question, by the way.”
Magnus blinked. “What question?”
Alec’s smile widened. “Am I, or am I not-“ he paused to push the robe off of his shoulders. The silk of the robe did the rest of the work for him, sliding down into a perfect pool at his feet. “Allowed to have sex with you?”
The falling robe had caught Magnus’s attention, and next the feet that took one, two, steps closer until they were almost toe to toe. Magnus’s eyes had to traverse all the way up along Alec’s nearly bare legs before they finally came to rest on Alec’s face.
It was kind of unfair, Magnus thought, that Magnus’s least favourite species in this world just had to be the most attractive. And it was especially unfair that the currently most annoying of the lot also had to be the most attractive of the lot.
“No,” Magnus said as soon as he caught himself, taking a step back.
Alec pursed his lips. Magnus caught the way his eyes flicked downwards for a split second - reminding Magnus that he was still, in fact, shirtless - before he immediately tore his gaze away, cheeks blazing.
It was strange, such an innocent response from someone whose words were so brazen.
“I’ll, uh-“ Magnus summoned the fallen robe to his hand, backing out of the shower. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Alec simply nodded, eyes not meeting Magnus’s.
Magnus pulled the door close and turned his back to it. “Okay, now I’m-“
He hesitated, fingers poised to snap in front of him. I’m going to take your clothes off sounded wrong, as did I’m going to strip you naked.
“I’m going to… snap my fingers and…” Magnus gave up. “Oh, fuck it.”
He snapped his fingers, and caught the clothes that appeared mid-air. Alec only let out a stifled gasp in response.
Oh, fuck, Alec is naked and he’s only a wall away from-
“Goodbye!” Magnus squawked over his shoulder as he practically ran out of the bathroom, banishing the robe and clothes to the laundry hamper without even taking a look at them. He immediately ran to his own bedroom, launching himself face-first into the bed and groaning out loud.
“Stupid!” he muttered to himself, bashing his head into a pillow. “Stupid, stupid, stupid, what are you-“
He groaned again, burying his face into the pillow.
Taking a deep breath, Magnus slowly climbed out of bed. A shower, he decided, was what he needed, too.
What he also needed was to not think of Alec, which, he realized quickly, was going to be very hard to do.
Stupid short skirts and stupid long legs.
Still cursing to himself, Magnus went into the attached bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.
***
Because of your choice last chapter,
Alec has had a relaxing breakfast
Magnus and Alec had a bit of a heart to heart. Kind of.
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What went wrong?
So... the whole education department is leaving my museum. Well, okay, not the whole education department. The manager and the two part time workers are staying. But the three of us who were the actual museum educators, who did most of the legwork and actual educating? we're out after the eclipse.
I consider the other two educators my friends. We have quite a bit in common. We're all the same awkward not-quite-millennial, not-quite-gen-Z age. We went through college at about the same time. We're all the kind of people who will teach somebody something if you leave us along in a room with them long enough, but have no desire to be classroom teachers. Our skills aren't quite identical, but we can all cover for each other in a pinch. We're all single and likely to stay that way for the immediate future, have religions but don't really publicize it, don't drink (two of us never bothered, one of us can't), are adhd, and share similar tastes in literature. They couldn't have found a more evenly matched team if they tried. Which is, it turns out, to their detriment.
see... it means that we all generally agree with and empathize with each other. If they wrong one of us, they wrong all of us.
So... a rough list of grievances, in approximately chronological order.
They threw one of the educators out of the loop and effectively banned her from working in the planetarium. The planetarium she built up from ground zero. That one.
They told the other two of us to make a push-button show in two months. It takes experienced teams with no other responsibilities six months. Then, they yelled at us about how much time we were spending working on the show in the planetarium, even though we were going a bit mad, even though we were effectively casting from hit points to keep going, even though we were making incredible progress and could tell EXACTLY where the time had gone; we were hardly goofing off. Even though it was not, in fact, detracting from our other responsibilities. All three of us ended up breaking down inside the planetarium.
They drove us to varying degrees of anxiety/meltdown at their holiday event and didn't need to. Nor did they apologize or even acknowledge what happened. I'm sorry, I don't forget when multiple coworkers have to talk me through an autistic meltdown while they themselves are coping with their own sensory hellscapes.
No educators qualified for a raise this year, ostensibly for assorted minor reasons but probably because they were trying to gaslight us into blaming ourselves rather than fessing up that they couldn't afford it. Had they been honest, I think we would have been understanding. But. Yeah. They lied. Not cool.
I was written up for showing too much emotion at my manager when something went wrong that wasn't my fault, on my recently deceased grandfather's birthday. And told I would be fired if it happened again.
They assigned a stupid and pointless recurring task to the worst possible team member they could have assigned it to. I offered to take it over, since I didn't mind it and (as previously stated) all of our skills overlap to the point where it didn't make a difference. Then they refused to listen, for months, when we pointed out that giving them what they wanted was actually impossible with our current staff -- we can't teleport.
They totally ignored almost all of our suggestions to improve the planetarium and, in fact, told the other two of us to not work on it so much too. Some of the suggestions they used to deliberately insult us and the hard work we'd put in about something we were truly passionate about.
Policy decisions are routinely made by our manager without consulting us concerning things like the planetarium, which she never enters and cannot even turn on. Let alone make it work.
They care more about how effectively we've swept and vacuumed and put away gross toddler-spit-covered blocks that aren't even our department's property than how well we do things that are much more obviously in our job description. The blocks have been disappeared by one aggrieved part time worker. We will never tell. When we leave, they can pin the blame on us. It's fine.
They seem to have it in for the one male coworker. Not sure why. Could be misandry, antisemitism, or maybe they just don't like that he's speaking his mind. Or maybe they don't like that he's a northerner. Impossible to say.
They sent the most personable manager, who isn't even our manager, to try to boost our morale.... her tips were received as "don't think about it too hard", "accept you'll be written up, a lot", and "your anger at your current treatment is overrated".
They fired the education coordinator two months after she started. Was she good at her job? Not really. Did I like her as a person? Not especially. Was she properly trained in her job? NO. Should she have been fired? Probably not.
I genuinely don't think they realize how much we do empathize with each other. I genuinely don't think they realize that we relate much more to each other than we do to management; the differences in stage of life or maybe generation (managers are much more firmly millennials, we relate more to the Gen Z part time employees) is quite sharp.
And clearly, they don't value that they have three employees who all possess fairly rare and valuable skillsets. We can wrangle our planetarium. We can plan low budget educational activities that capture public interest on a dime. We can run summer camps for kids ages 7-13 with very little prep work. We can lecture on things we barely understand and convince people we're experts because we all have that broad kind of knowledge acquired by ADHD people with internet connections. And we're all very comfortable public speakers. We can analyze a situation and come up with ways to creatively improve it.
Other museums -- other institutions, we're not all going to museums next -- can see what we are. They're bending over backwards to get us to join them.
So. We're out. And we're looking forward to some very.... interesting.... exit interviews.
Assuming they get around to doing those, since our last day is April 8 and a little bird told me there's going to be some kind of major celestial event that day that the museum might be a little bit busy wrangling. IDK.
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Pale 9.5
“You’re more opinionated than you were for a lot of the Blue Heron stuff. We should talk to the Others? Get that help?”
I think this is a setting thing. Snowdrop was very out of her element in a practitioner school environment, where the assumption was that Other were secondary to the human students, not independent actors. Back in Kennet, Snowdrop not only has more agency, but also friends and a place in the world outside of the girls
On the top of the streetlight was a woman, hair white, back ramrod straight, head, neck, and arms the only skin that was visible with everything else she was wearing, her skin with all the colors of a sunset at the edge of becoming evening.
Crooked Rook! Eager to meet her, though "let's spy on the meeting" is maybe not the best first impression
“You need to tell us about these feelings, Ken,” Edith said.
“I’m not the kind of guy who complains about every ache, pain, and strange sensation. Trust me, if I did, you’d never hear the end of it.”
not the time for the town of Kennet to try and be all toughguy!
The Monty security camera followed their movements, the lens replaced with a crimson eye that drooled blood from the gaps where it didn’t quite fit into the rectangular aperture. A jagged, vein-draped leg raised and waved.
I like how a lot of their techniques are basically from a horror movie
“What’s this noise!?” a man shouted.
The goblin on Verona’s shoulder ducked behind her hair. Others didn’t try so hard to hide.
Is the plan just to hit him with Jabber so he won't remember them later? Hardly discreet, but at least it will cover identities. And I'm assuming the girls are wearing their masks.
And the people. Which might include the Others. Roughly sixteen officers smiled in strained ways and turned their heads to track Jabber.
some quick googling says that for 5,000 people (Kennet population), Canada has around 10 cops. That data was from 2017, so maybe a couple more would have been added, but still. 16 in the precinct at one time, they are calling in heavy resources.
Verona wasn’t sure how she felt. More and more, she was getting the impression she was naturally packing away all the emotion to digest for later Or so she could have a surprise blow-up where it all came out at once, depending.
good to see Verona's recognized this about herself
“What the hell?” Verona asked. “He’s not an Other anymore?”
possession of some kind?
But why the bridge of the nose, why hands, why wrist? It was a weird assortment.
and also apparently the chest. My first thought was the key points diagrammed in 8.2 extra (brow and heart, ie awareness and health), but that wouldn't explain hands or wrists. Maybe a puppet thing? Metaphorical wires cutting up the wrists? Maybe the nose is an ingress point? Or egress.
“Malfaca, calfaca!” Jabber cheered, arms thrust over his head.
ok, the things Jabber is saying definitely have meaning. I had been wondering that from "Quororum" earlier. "Malfaca" is pretty close to malfacais (portugueuse), or from latin "mal facere", both meaning "to do bad". Don't know if calfaca is just riffing on the sound or if it has another meaning. Maybe from calo (to loosen) or calens (hot)? And quororum sounds like a twist on quorum
The entire feeling of the room changed as Jabber fell over.
No more strained laughing, no more choked giggles.
well fuck. Hopefully if they get him going again quickly everyone will forget?
Her hands became normal as those scars joined the scribble-like mass. It moved like an insect, darting across the floor on legs made of scars, slipping into a gap between computer and cubicle.
kinda reminds me of montague
Verona leaned further into the corner as two officers found their feet and walked by, talking.
“Ughh. I’m too tired for this. What were we talking about?”
looks like aftereffects from Jabber keep them from questioning why they were laughing/falling over/pissing themselves.
The meaty red stuff inside that youth resembled Edith’s. Frankensteined together. The oldest person who’d been on that bench, with badly cut blond hair and sunglasses pushed up to the hairline.
Verona could hear the parasite moving around the cubicle. She put distance between herself and it.
Two different kinds of Other.
That complex spirit did a good job of staying hidden
Backing right up into the clutches of the third. A big cop who had her in a headlock.
HOW MANY OF THESE GUYS ARE THERE
Lucy fought and struggled where she could, but most of her focus was on alleviating the stress on her neck.
I hope this doesn't put strain on Lucy's choice not to carry more knives
There was a noise to Verona’s right. She readied another chalk strike. Except it was Biscuit, very interested in McKay now.
If this doppelganger works mainly through substance abuse problems, that's an overlap with Tod work. I wonder how he gets the drugs to begin with? Or if he's acquired his original's issues, he might be a fit for a Barney.
She threw a spell card instead.
The flash illuminated the room, bright and blinding. Right in the woman’s face.
And Avery was there, stepping out from a cubicle door, tackling the woman a few paces away from Jabber, black rope around her hand.
teamwork! The black rope is really useful for Avery to be a free roaming flanker, all the others have to do is disrupt vision and she can pop up our of nowhere as reinforcements
“It’s a collection of traits,” Verona said. “Scars all across the hands, a fancy watch, something wrong with the nose, something at the upper chest.”
“A tattoo,” Avery said. “I saw. It peeled away from her collarbone.”
oh that's neat. I wonder how someone like that gets started? Seems specific enough that I think it had a single person as an origin, rather than a pattern. Maybe starting out as a practitioner making a copy of themself to carry out a task, which fades after completing it but maintains enough self to keep these signifiers?
“Looking at her cleavage, Ave?” Verona asked, standing on the spot, slowly turning.
lol
Lucy hesitated, then pulled out the watch they’d taken from the Transient camp. She slapped it onto her wrist.
coincidence, or was it meant as protection against this Other?
John had a bit of Alexander’s eyes, now, maybe. He got something from everyone he killed. Clear sight, even in conditions like that. It made sense.
huh, I'd forgotten that
“I order you to be bound, then, my first declaration,” Lucy told him. They were heavy words. “I really wish you’d cooperated.”
I think this is the first time the girls have bound an Other.
“Intruder of this town, coward, you ran and hid because you knew you had no right to be here. In the name of Kennet, as Kennet’s practitioner, for the third time, I order you bound.”
I do love the phrasing used in the practice
“Peyton. Friend of Gabe.”
oh, the younger girl he had a weird thing about. Hope she's doing ok.
Juvenile file. Incidents… every three days. Same group of kids. Same charges of loitering, causing a commotion, light vandalism…
Influence from the Carmine Beast? Or something more involved? The vandalism makes me think they could be trying diagrams
Peyton shook her head. “I don’t remember. How embarrassing is that? It was a bit weird, that they wanted to hang out with someone young like me, but kinda cool too? But we keep getting into trouble and I keep telling myself I should stop spending time with them.”
that's bad! Others trying to make her become Other? Or just feeding off her in some way. Reminds me a bit of what happened to Clem as a kid. McKay said "Body thieves, life thieves", which maps to the parasite and to the cop, but I don't know where the youth falls.
“There’s a reason they had Charles tell us what the barrier does,” Lucy said, watching. “So he could leave stuff out.”
oooh. If she's waiting until Montague's hour to talk, I'm guessing surveillance? And if so is that new, because if there was surveillance from the beginning that makes me suspicious that we haven't heard about it picking up the Carmine Beast's murder.
“There are other functions. Not fully intact, but they can fix that or put power into that. Maybe Montague could make it happen. Shutting off the natural of spirits and things within Kennet. It would limit our practice pretty badly.”
or that. Being able to shut off the girls at any point is tricky. Especially because I don't think that would impact most Others.
“She- it was a woman, it might have been Edith, but Lis’s voice sounds like hers sometimes, and Maricica can be tricky, and I don’t know… She also said that they don’t need to worry about us in the long term,” Lucy said, watching the spectacle, while Avery ignored it and watched Lucy. She changed the tone of her voice, intoning, “Rough quote, we can’t keep them from living long, full lives, with the oaths we swore, but one way or another, if it takes the barrier or something else, we’ll either manage them or be rid of them, so be patient.”
welp. My money's on Edith or Maricica, Lis is too new to be an authority/expert figure in the group. And those two are the most suspicious to begin with.
“No. Rook showed up, but I was keeping an ear out. Nothing. But that’s telling, isn’t it? That nobody spoke up against it?”
wonder what John would have said, if he'd been there?
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Hero From Another World (Final Rose AU Snippet)
Averia stared at the assortment of priests and nobles gathered around her. “So... let me get this straight. You’re stuck in a genocidal war against a bunch of demons, and the best idea you could come up with was to summon people from other worlds and hope they could save you?”
The high priest made a face. “When you put it that way... it sounds so... pathetic.”
“It’s because it is.” Averia massaged her temples. “You’re honestly telling me that nobody from this world has had any real success in fighting the demons in, what was it, the past five hundred years?”
“Er... no.”
“And nobody has come up with any magic or technology to beat them?”
“No.”
“And the people you grabbed from other worlds... on what basis were they selected?” Averia asked before pointing at the three other teenagers who’d been summoned. “Because none of them look as if they know how to fight.”
“Hey!” one of the others, a teenage girl with dark hair and brown eyes retorted. “That’s... I mean... yeah, but you don’t have to say it like that!”
“I can fight.” A brawny boy folded his arms across his chest. “I know judo.”
“I’m assuming that is a form of martial arts,” Averia pointed out. “That means you’d have to get close to a demon.” She gestured at at the armoured knights standing guard. “Since these people haven’t had much luck at all fighting the demons, do you really think you’d survive that?”
“...”
The last teenager, a tall, thin teenage boy raised one hand. “Is there any way you can send me back? I have a video game that I’m supposed to pick up today. Also, I’d rather not get killed by demons.”
The high priest spluttered and turned to the king. “Your Majesty!”
The king cleared his throat. He had the look of a beleaguered man whose hair had gone prematurely grey and was now in the middle of falling out entirely. “Thanks to the magic we used to summon each of you, great power has been bestowed upon you. In short, you will be able to swiftly level up and improve your skills and abilities at a rate far beyond any mortal people.” He paused. “Behold! I will show your status sheets, so you can understand what I’m talking about!”
Glowing windows of light appeared in front of the three other teenagers. They displayed a variety of statistics like attack, defence, agility, mana, luck, and so on. There were also a variety of skills, status, and class notices too. All three possessed [Destined Hero]. The girl had the ability [Magical Prodigy] whilst the brawny boy had [Relentless Warrior] and the the tall boy had [Holy Sanctuary]. They were also all Level 1. Moreover, their various stats were all in the E-D range.
“Wait...” The king’s brows furrowed. “Where is your status sheet?”
Averia sighed. Saviour had suppressed the status sheet, and her Semblance had also resisted the magic entirely before subverting it and claiming it for itself. After all, Saviour wasn’t about to throw away a potential useful weapon.
Averia scowled. “Fine.” She sighed. “And don’t make a fuss. It seems that the abilities, skills, and other things are influenced by our lives up until now. I’m assuming the three of you came from relatively peaceful worlds. I come from a world that has been locked in a genocidal war for longer than recorded history.”
She allowed her status sheet to appear and covered her face with one hand when many of the people in the room dropped to their knees and began praising her like she was some kind of god.
“Why are all her stats EX?” someone cried.
“What the hell is [Nigh-Invincible Tyranny]?”
“What does [Saviour] mean?”
“Why does she have [Supreme Plant-Killer]?”
“Why does she have so many monster-killing and combat-related skills and abilities?”
Averia took a deep breath and dismissed her status sheet. “Look. I would really like to go home sooner rather than later. Can you just tell me who I have to kill, so I can kill them and go home?” She scowled. “If you can’t tell me who needs to die, then just point me in the general direction of the enemy. I’ll just kill them all and keep killing them until I work out who needs to die, or they’re all dead.”
The other three summoned heroes looked at her as if she’d grown a second head.
“Uh...” The king swallowed thickly. “We do not know who leads the demons, but... the demonic portal they originate from is that way.” He pointed due east.
“Ah. Good. How far is it?”
“Approximately three thousand kilometres, almost three quarters of which is in demonic hands.”
“That’s fine.” Averia rolled her shoulders. “Now, just to clarify, is this one of those ‘kill bad guys to level up’ things?”
The king nodded.
“All right then. I might as well get started.”
X X X
For generations afterward, the demons would tell stories of the pink-haired fiend who had mercilessly slaughtered her way to the demonic portal in a single night and day of unbridled horror and bloodshed. Entire clans had been wiped out. The Demon Emperor had been brutally murdered with a potted plant. Even the full might of the demonic legions had proved useless. The fiend had even started using demons as clubs to club other demons to death. It was horrible.
In the end, they were forced back through the portal, and they were almost relieved when the portal itself was destroyed. At least that way, the pink-haired fiend could not pursue them.
Meanwhile, a certain tally boy would return to his world and come up with a video game starring a pink-haired woman with a tyrannical disposition. Since he’d never gotten her name, he opted for something cool.
He called her Lightning.
And Averia? She returned home the next evening, stopping just long enough to grab a particularly adorable hedgehog to bring home with her. If anyone thought Averia coming back with a hedgehog who had magical powers was weird, nobody said a thing. In fact, in her family, it wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened that week.
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Domaystic day 30!
Prompt: Treasure in a dumpster
Fandom: Dragon Age
Pairing: Solas/Ellana, Solas/Lavellan, Solavallen
Starring: Isabela and Sera
Rating: G
Modern day AU
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Solas perched at the very edge of the futon, warily eyeing the heap of odds and ends that Izzy and Sera were showing off. Ellana smothered a giggle at his expression. He raised an eyebrow at her before focusing back on what the girls were saying.
"We found this," Izzy lifted a small speaker from the pile, "over behind the dorms on Mabari Row."
Sera laughed. "Didn't think we'd find anything worthwhile over in the Fereldan area of town, but I was wrong!"
"Is this a common occurrence?" Solas asked, subtly shifting a pair of underwear to the side with his foot. His face didn't have nearly the level of disgust on it that Ellana would expect from him. Though, he had seen Sera's collection a few times. She wouldn't tell him that this was a new, unwashed pair that Sera had just scavenged.
"I mean, at the end of every semester for sure. All the kids leaving just dump their stuff and go. It's the best!" Izzy exclaimed. She tossed another speaker behind her and picked up a laptop. "Only thing wrong with this is the missing space bar! Easy fix!"
"What do you do with it all?"
"Sell it," Ellana said with a shrug.
"Use it," Sera said at the same time.
Izzy chuckled. "We found the futon you're sitting on right after El moved in with me. She slept on it until we found a mattress."
Solas paused, a vague look of horror on his face, before turning to her.
She sighed. "Yes, Solas. I'm still using the dumpster mattress. It was still plastic wrapped and stuff. Not a big deal."
His face said that it was, actually, a big deal. Sera blew a raspberry and tossed a stuffed nug at him. Flinching when it hit his arm, he set it to the side and frowned at Sera. "That was uncalled for."
"Pff. You're uncalled for. Stop with the judging, Mr. Judgy."
"I'm not-"
"You def are," Izzy laughed. She pushed a random assortment of things from her lap and stood up, brushing off the front of her skirt. "It's ok, it's part of your charm."
"I do not mean-"
"Yeah, yeah. You don't mean it. We know," Sera said with a roll of her eyes. She picked up the pair of underwear Solas had shoved over and tossed them into her box. "That's the only reason you get to hang out with us. 'Cuz you don't mean it."
"If you did mean it, we would have gotten El clear of you a long time ago," Izzy continued. She started separating their haul into 'sell' or 'keep' piles.
Solas paused, obviously uncertain of what he should say, before Sera tossing yet another pair of underwear into her box caught his notice. "I may regret asking, but why do you collect underwear?"
"Took you long enough!" Sera guffawed, slingshotting a thong at him. She fell over laughing when he almost slipped off the futon in his attempt to avoid it. "Was starting to think you were too polite to ask."
Ellana rubbed the bridge of her nose and turned to her boyfriend. "We can leave now, if you're ready?"
"No, I would like to hear Sera's story."
"Ugh."
Izzy cackled and smacked his shoulder. "You look like you're preparing to be shot. This story is, surprisingly, short and not terribly exciting."
"Short story even shorter," Ellana interjected, "is that Sera is childish and loves nothing more than to shock people."
"It's true," Sera shrugged. She grabbed a double fistful of her collection and showed them a variety of sizes and styles. "I like underwear because it's so weird. You've got big ole bloomers, teeny tiny thongs, tighty whities, granny panties, you name it! There's so many colors and patterns, too. It's just a lot of fun."
"And people get weirded out." Ellana dead panned.
"And people get weirded out," Sera agreed. Smirking, she tossed the underwear in the box and flopped on her back. "Nothing better than nicking someone's things and leaving a pair of knickers behind."
"She took all my socks and underwear once, and replaced them with her stash. None of it in my size, of course."
Sera sat up and leaned towards Ellana. "I never asked, but did you borrow one of mine or did you go commando?"
Ellana rolled her eyes and refused to answer. She very carefully didn't look in Solas' direction.
"You didn't ask, because I doused your bed in charcoal sludge for going in my room," Izzy said with a chuckle. She threw a three ring binder at Sera, who dodged it.
"Yeah, yeah. You sure taught me."
"You ready to go yet, Solas?" Ellana interrupted, knowing that the girls were about to get rambunctious.
"I suppose I am," he nodded at Izzy and frowned at Sera, who was sticking her tongue out at him, "A pleasure, as always."
"He lies so sweetly," Izzy giggled, patting him on the shoulder hard enough to rock him forward.
Sera lazily waved from the floor, "Bye bye. Be good. Do the things I wouldn't do."
"Bye guys, love you," Ellana said with a wave. She ushered Solas to the door before turning around and blowing them a kiss.
Izzy reciprocated while Sera just rolled her eyes. "Leave already!"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/38724966/chapters/98434452
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Ram & Ein Bleaker
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Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Ein is a 26 year old Cis Lesbian with a smoking habit, she spends most of her free time loitering around the town she lives in or talking with random people she stumbles across. She’s a big fan of conversation and her main hobby is people watching. She’s pretty afraid of getting emotionally close to people as is pretty well known for messing around with random women she meets at bars. She stands at 6’1 (about 183cm) and has a lean build, shoulder length wavy dark brown hair and usually wears light make up of darker colors (blacks, greys, browns, occasionally reds). She has snake bites, a septum ring and nipple piercings, a few tattoos and usually wears an assortment of jewlery. Refs for how she dresses https://imgur.com/k3JHqrO https://imgur.com/SYRu3fJ https://imgur.com/vEvogNY https://imgur.com/LBtZbVG
Ram (Re:Zero): Good day to you, masculinely dressed woman. Do you need something from the manor?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Nah I guess not, I'm just kinda wanderin' around if I'm honest... though I do have to say, if there are more girls like you around here I might find myself needing something.
Ram (Re:Zero): *raises an eyebrow and brings her hand to her mouth, indicating that she is speaking in an "aside" to her* Hey, don't tell me...with that matter of dress and that speech, are you a woman who swings that way?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: 'Fraid I'm not sure what you're tryna ask me, Miss. Think you can speak a bit clearer for me? *A pretty blatant lie, based on the sly grin that spread across her lips.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *squints her eyes in annoyance before sighing and turning around, hiking up her dress so that she could see the back of her panties* Is this what you're after, miss?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: W-Well shit- I mean not specifically but I- jesus that- I... *She's left speechless by the forward display, her cheeks turning ab it red.* I mean it's not not what I'm here for... damn... you have a really nice ass, miss.
Ram (Re:Zero): *smirks, believing she has flustered her beyond belief* Is there a problem? Oh, and despite your vulgarity, I appreciate the compliment about my figure. I do try to keep in shape when I have free time... *shakes her ass at her tauntingly*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Well, yknow there's really only one way to see how well and ass is really maintained you know? Slap test. *She spoke bluntly, only a moment later would Ram feel a sharp smack to her left ass cheek, Ein grinning to herself like a mad woman.*
Ram (Re:Zero): EEP! *lowers her dress and holds her ass, frowning at Ein with a huge blush* What the hell?! That was way over the line! What kind of perv are you?!
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Says the woman who was borderline twerking at a woman she doesn't even know the name of? That's rich.
Ram (Re:Zero): Only one man is allowed to touch that place...*menacingly takes out a wand*...and one woman, if she asked...and one girl when we were kids but she doesn't now and if she did ask, I wouldn't allow her to be because we're adults and the context is completely different!
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I took it too far, that's my bad! *her hands went up, she didn't really know what the hell she was pointing at her but she definitely seemed mad enough to stab her or something so she wasn't going to test it.* How about we start from the beginning, huh? Just introduce ourselves like civil women?
Ram (Re:Zero): *raises an eyebrow* ...Fine. My name is Ram. And yours?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Ein, Ein Bleaker. *cautiously extends a hand to shake.* It's very nice to meet you, Ram, and again, I apologize for earlier.
Ram (Re:Zero): *glares at her before sighing and pocketing the wand; shakes her hand* I supposed I teased you too much...and it's nice to meet you.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: No no, you're not at fault at all, I have a habit of getting a tad... handsy at times I suppose. *chuckles*
Ram (Re:Zero): You kind of remind me of my sister then. She can be rather clingy...but I'm the oldest so I look after her.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Well that's definitely something I don't wanna hear. It's rather sweet that you look after her though, how old is she?
Ram (Re:Zero): Same age as me. 19. We're twins and I popped out first.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Hm.. you're only 19? So who takes care of you then?
Ram (Re:Zero): I'm the maid of this household along with my sister. Our master Roswaal takes care of us.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Do you... not have anyone outside of the house?
Ram (Re:Zero): There's mistress Emilia! She comes and goes but...she's very nice to us. The rest of the staff I don't care about.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: You're a blunt one, aren't you?
Ram (Re:Zero): Life's rather short to lie all the time, isn't it?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I suppose, I wasn't saying it was a bad thing. If anything it just makes me more interested in getting to know you. Though to be fair, everything you've said so far has done that.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: You're quite the interesting young lady, Ram.
Ram (Re:Zero): *blushes and turns her head* If you actually do swing that way...I'm gonna have to decline. There's someone else I'm interested in...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Ah don't worry, I mean yes that is the way "I swing" but... I ain't really lookin for anything to committal right now. And while I wasn't really trying to flirt with you with that last statement. *leans against the doorframe with a soft, warm smile* You do look quite cute when you blush like that.
Ram (Re:Zero): *blushes brighter while pouting* I know what flirting is...and if you promise not to expect anything deeper...I suppose a cup of tea wouldn't hurt either of us...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I promise the expectations go no further than that cup of tea. I swear on my mom, okay?
Ram (Re:Zero): Hmm...*nods politely*...pact accepted. Now, shall we? *walks inside for her to follow*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: We shall. *nods in turn and follows Ram through the house, curiously looking around.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *a large place, elegantly decorated; she leads her into the tea room where there is a small table with two seats* If you'll excuse me. *leaves the room to prepare tea*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Of course, take your time. *takes a seat, patiently waiting for Ram to return.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *eventually returns with a tray containing two cups, two saucers and a kettle; pours water from the kettle into the two cups* So if I'm not prying too much, any particular reason you traveled in the direction of our manor?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Well, I spend most of my time down town, in the more... populated part of the city I guess? And I spend most of my time people watching so part of me got curious what you rich types were like so I just sorta started walking. And then I got thirsty and decided to just kinda knock on one of the doors
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I either get something to drink or get the cops called on me, one or the other.
Ram (Re:Zero): ...You're an odd woman. *places tea bags in the cups before removing them* All that to get a drink...or did you think this manor had more women?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Look I was thirsty not... thirsty, I promise I had no malintent coming here. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't keep my hands to myself- *She stops herself midsentence, pausing for a moment.* Maybe... that wasn't the best phrase to use...
Ram (Re:Zero): *chuckles* Not the best first impression, I'll point out...*offers her her cup* Lemon from black tea.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Says the woman who presented her ass to me in the first place? *gratefully accepts the tea.*
Ram (Re:Zero): Hmph! Only because you were practically attacking me like a drunkard going through a drought. *sits down*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I beg your pardon? All I did was called you cute and then you showed me your ass, that's not on me at all
Ram (Re:Zero): *looks to the side as she sips from her drink* That's not how I remember it...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: And how do you remember it? Hm? *Sips from her cup after blowing on it for a moment*
Ram (Re:Zero): *places her cup on the saucer while clearing her throat* "...An innocent maid greets an oddly-dressed woman on the porch, engages her in idle conversation despite not knowing much of the outside world...then, when her guard is lowered, the woman is upon her! Lifting her dress, feeling her all over, ignoring her desperate pleas that her heart belongs to another..."
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...and you say I'm the thirsty one... *mutters under her breath, a small chuckle following it before sipping her tea.
Ram (Re:Zero): Whatever. I kept my dignity and you got tea so we both came out on top.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Anyways, who is this person your so adamant about your heart belonging to, eh? This is like the third time you've brought 'em up.
Ram (Re:Zero): ...You won't laugh?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I won't laugh no.
Ram (Re:Zero): ...My master, Roswaal.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: That doesn't seem... entirely healthy, but I suppose I've no room to judge
Ram (Re:Zero): I know that it being unhealthy is the least of the problems with that statement...besides helping to raise me, he's also devoted to the memory of his dead wife. Still, when I think of him...I can only see the man that I love.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I see... and I'm assuming you aren't keen on trying to move on from these feelings? I know it's none of my business, just hoping to quench my curiosities is all.
Ram (Re:Zero): I would have long ago if that's how love worked...but no, I can't love anyone else the way I love him.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I feel that's kind of a naïve way to look at it. No offense of course, but I feel it's a pretty definitive statement when you can't really know how the rest of your life would play out.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: For example, while you may not love anyone the way you love him, doesn't necessarily mean you won't feel love as strong again, y'know?
Ram (Re:Zero): I hope so...if not for my sake, then for his so that he doesn't have to worry about me.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Not really keen on thinkin' of your own sake, are you?
Ram (Re:Zero): Not really...*smiles brightly* I got my sister for that.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Have you ever... thought about putting yourself out there? it might not be easy but trying to move on has to be better than just stewing like this... isn't it?
Ram (Re:Zero): Kind of hard when my duty's to this mansion. Not like there's any pickings among the staff here. Really, the only viable candidate I have is Emilia and...she's a bit out of my league.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...You really don't have much time off do you?
Ram (Re:Zero): I get up, eat, work, eat, break time for exercise, reading or gossip (Pick one), work, clock out, eat, prepare for bed, then bed. It's an extravagant life, I know.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: And that's... every day? you don't have any day off?
Ram (Re:Zero): Not really. Most days are slow so it barely feels like work half the time...but no days off. We don't have that many people on staff here so the work's year round.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I can see now why you struggle to move on. I mean you've practically devoted your entire life to this place... and your master uh... what's 'is name again?
Ram (Re:Zero): Roswaal! Honestly, it's just two syllables...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Rosewall. Got it.
Ram (Re:Zero): That's...ugh, forget it. *sips her tea*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it... so this Roswaal guy... what's so great about him? Like I know you said he raised you an all that but usually that doesn't lead to love. No judgment or anything.
Ram (Re:Zero): He's mysterious, handsome and very good with his words...but I think his best quality is his conviction. When he has a goal, he sticks to it no matter the cost or the risk. I find that very admirable.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Oh but when I'm mysterious, handsome and good with my words, I'm seen as a creep huh? *unable to keep herself from teasing, Ein grins to herself, sipping her tea.
Ram (Re:Zero): *pouts* You're shady, mannish and talk too much. *blushes* But...you're kind of handsome in your own way, I guess...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Shady, huh? Gosh imagine that, having tea with a downtown hoodlum *more and more teasing, Ein crossing the space between them with her foot, gentle caressing the side of Ram's leg with it teasingly.* You know words hurt, Miss Ram, and you've wounded me, wounded me right here *points to her chest* right in the heart...
Ram (Re:Zero): *raises an eyebrow again, sliding off her shoe* Gosh, my aim must be off. Are you sure that I didn't wound you right... *lifts her foot and presses it against Ein's crotch without kicking her*...here?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...how did I forget just how blunt you are. *chuckles softly.* Yknow... I can't tell if you're threatening me or flirting... I like that in a woman.
Ram (Re:Zero): How strange...and here I thought you were an ass woman. *presses down to rub her there*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Darling, I'm a woman woman, I assure you I could find something to love abotu every part of a woman... and I can prove it too.
Ram (Re:Zero): Oh really? Then why don't you show me?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Hmm... lets see.. gosh there's so much, just where should I start...
Ram (Re:Zero): *pauses her foot while crossing her arms* I'm waiting...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I suppose this is as good a place as any... *reaches down and gently grabs her foot, moving it up to rest on her thigh as she massages it gently.* The skin, nice and soft not to mention these cute little toes... I'm not particularly into feet but well... if one is to love a woman it's important to worship her through and through, no?
Ram (Re:Zero): *takes a breath and turns her head* I-I suppose...you are surprisingly gentle despite your appearance...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: see... I'm not so bad when you get to know me, right? *continues massaging her feet, her hands slowly drifting up to her calves.* Now these... mmh... legs are one of my favorite things... and these... the definition and tone... while still keeping the skin soft... the only thing is they feel so tense... I get the idea that all of your feels that way though... *She massages her calves, her touch gentle yet firm, each little touch of her intent on making her muscles relax.
Ram (Re:Zero): *bites her thumb to keep from moaning; her skin is very soft to the touch while having an odd firmness to it if one would to grip it, possibly as a result of the earlier mentioned exercise...*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...am I allowed to go on...? *Ein keeps her eyes down, focusing mostly on continuing to massage her leg but stops just before she reaches the knee, not wanting a repeat of her earlier offense.*
Ram (Re:Zero): You may...continue...*fidgets in her seat, a bit restless*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Thighs... soft and cush..ion...y.... holy shit... *Ein had moved her hands up further as allowed, now massaging the woman's thighs only to find how toned they were. Her face turns red as her massaging more halfway into groping her as she sits there awestruck.* these are... god...
Ram (Re:Zero): *blush turns brighter as she begins to feel herself heating up* They're very nice...aren't they? *has to catch her breath before adding* You can touch more...than just them.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...you're quite generous all the sudden~ *Ein shifts even closer, their chairs practically right up next to eachother now as Ein pulls Ram's leg fully up onto her lap. She regains herself, massaging Ram's thigh and moving further and further in, her left hand gently moving in on Ram's inner thigh, Ein careful to watch the girl's reaction to her touch.*
Ram (Re:Zero): Ah...! *actually arches her back from the touch before gathering herself, slowing her breathing before looking at Ein* That felt...nice.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: *Ein freezes at the sudden movement, smiling warmly as she speaks.* ...You far too cute for your own good... *chuckles, moving further and further up Ram's thigh until one hand is massaging her hip while the other remains on her inner thigh, the side of her hand accidentally brushing up against Ram's panties.*
Ram (Re:Zero): OH...! *covers her mouth in shock; looks around to see if anyone's looking* Ein...if you promise not to penetrate...you have to promise not to penetrate! Swear it!
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Wha? I didn't do nothin! *Ein's hands shoot up, leaving Ram's thigh up on her leg in quite the incriminating position until the maid elaborates.* ...I promise... no fingering... no tongue... no penetration, I promise.
Ram (Re:Zero): You misunderstand...*reaches under her dress and slides off her panties to reveal her wet pussy, keeping eye contact with her* You may do anything but penetration...you may not put your fingers directly inside me. Anything else...I permit.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Yes Ma'am. *Ein's face was bright red, her eyes unsure where to look as Ram removed her panties. As soon as she was allowed, Ein's hands found themselves back where they were, massaging more intently now. Well... almost exactly, her left hand now fully between her legs, gently playing with her pussy.* Damn... you must be really pent up huh? Should we uh... go somewhere not so uh... available?
Ram (Re:Zero): This room is fine...no one comes in this specific room except to clean and Rem is off duty. *begins to undo the top of her dress* Keep going...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: As you wish, my lady. *chuckles softly, continuing to massage her hip as her fingers play with her folds, prodding into but never fully entering Ram as she played with her. She was most definitely testing her luck.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *her breasts now exposed, she kept her voice down but her moans still echoed throughout the room; she began to writhe on the seat, her pussy moistening further as she felt herself getting close*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: *Ein pulled the girl closer, almost fully on her lap as she leaned close to her. She pressed gentle kisses to her neck, drifting down to her collar and to her chest, lavishing her soft skin in kisses.
Ram (Re:Zero): *can only mewl and whine as she begins to grind on her fingers, holding Ein close as she came; gasping, she petted Ein's hair as her fluid ran down her hands* Thank you...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Any time, darling... any time... *Ein hums as she continues playing with Ram, she could feel her juices run down her hand, leaking onto her pant legs but she really didn't care. She pulled the girl fully onto her lap, spreading her legs wide as she faced her forward. Both arms wrapped around her, one hand gently massaging her breasts while the other continued playing with her.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *when her senses came back, Ram tilted Ein's head up to face her and planted a kiss on her lips; she lingered for a bit before deepening it, her tongue breezing into her mouth*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Welcome bac-mmph! *Ein freezes for a moment before melting into the kiss, returning it and slipping her tongue into her mouth in turn, continuing to play with her and forgetting the one rule that Ram had set for her, gently pushing her finger into her pussy while making out with her.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *Ram felt it...and responded by rocking on it for a brief period, moaning into Ein's mouth from the sensation...only to break the kiss and quickly stammer* T-take off your clothes!
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: what? I mean y-yeah okay! *Ein pulled her finger out of Ram, letting the woman stand up before getting to taking her clothes off, and placing them on the table before returning her attention to Ram.* Happy?
Ram (Re:Zero): You broke our one rule...so now, I demand retribution! *stands up and faces her with her fists on her hips* What is the one spot a woman has never touched you before?!
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: OH SHIT *Ein hadn't even noticed until now, but before she could start feverishly apologizing to her she noticed that... strangely Ram didn't seem too mad about it? Not in any serious way. And, feeling genuine guilt Ein gave an honest answer.* ...my nipples are usually off limits when I do something like this... they are uh... they're really sensitive... getting them pierced was hell.
Ram (Re:Zero): Then...they're mine! For now, at least... *walks up and leans forward to suck on one nipple, awkwardly at first but eventually fiddling with the piercing using her tongue; lightly runs her thumb over the other nipple as she nibbles on the other one*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: yeah yeah just... don't bite or nothin, okay? *a small huff left her as she pouted, she didn't know why she was doing this for this girl, but she couldn't really get out of it now. A sharp moan left her as the girl's lips eagerly wrapped around her nipple, the eager and awkward sucking having quite the effect on her, biting down hard on her knuckle to quiet herself.*
Ram (Re:Zero): *she obeyed, returning to sucking as she lowered her hand to rub at Ein's entrance, going slowly before picking up speed to hear the sounds of her arousal*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: *Ein presses her face down into the top of Ram's head as she was played with, her entrance growing very slick, her excitement soaking Ram's fingers as she keeps playing with her nipples.* ...I have no rule about penetration you know... no need to.. f-fuck... no need to be shy...
Ram (Re:Zero): I won't be... *looks up at her with a stoic yet intense expression while pushing two fingers in her, moving them in deep before focusing in on darting them in and out, all while watching Ein's expression*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: *Ein moans and pants, clinging to Ram's body as she's suddenly intensely fingerfucked. It wasn't often she found herself in this position, mostly playing the leading role during sex but... she didn't find herself minding one bit now taht she has Ram's attention.*
Ram (Re:Zero): Is this too much for you? To find yourself being controlled by a such a cute, innocent looking girl? Are you going to cum in front of your formerly dominated maiden? *keeps fingering her while standing on her toes to suck on her neck, leaving a mark*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: god... y-you're so cute... *She chuckled softly, leaning down to make it easier for her to reach her neck, hooking her fingers into her hair and grabbing tight, moaning softly into her ear, slowly getting louder until she reaches her climax. She tenses up, going dead silent as she starts to tremble hard in Ram's hold. If the small woman had been any rougher on her there would've been more of a mess to clean up afterwards*
Ram (Re:Zero): *Ram takes her fingers out and sucks the juices off of them while keeping eye contact* Your tea's probably cold...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I... I drank most of it anyways... *chuckles lightly, slowly catching her breath while watching Ram lick her fingers clean.* yknow... for someone so shy, you know far too much about where to press inside a woman.
Ram (Re:Zero): I read some...special erotica, okay?! Now, let's clean up. We don't need anyone catching us--- *the door creaks; revealing a shocked Rem watching them from the gap* 0_0
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: *Ein's ear perks up a bit as she hears the door creak, her head swerving around to look over to the source of the sound, making eye contact with... Ram? but with blue hair? She tilts her head to the side, raising a hand to wave at her.*
Ram (Re:Zero): (Rem): P-please excuse me! I didn't see anything! *closes the door and runs off*
Ram (Re:Zero): *sinks to her knees in despair* Kill me...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...I take it that was your twin? *stands there, surprisingly unphased for having been caught fucking in the middle of a manor she most definitely shouldn't be in.*
Ram (Re:Zero): Yes...my darling, innocent, normal sister...Rem?
Ram (Re:Zero): *.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: That normal felt very pointed at me, and I'm not sure if I need to be offended or not.
Ram (Re:Zero): She's not vested in manners like this...and I soiled her! All with my perverted lust! *picks up a spoon and hands it to Ein* You'll have to kill me. It's the only way I can apologize to her.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: So... I'm not gonna do that... much less with a spoon. *squats down in front of Ram, patting her head softly* I promise you, everything will be fine, I doubt she's been... soiled or anything, after all she's the same age as you, it's not like she hasn't had a lewd thought before
Ram (Re:Zero): *looks up at her with ugly teary eyes* No! Rem isn't like me! *starts pounding Ein ineffectually with her fists like a baby* Rem is innocent! She doesn't have a single dirty bone in her body!
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Hey- Hey, calm down, calm- Ram! *she grabs a hold of Ram's wrists, falling back onto her rear and pulling the girl forward into an embrace. She holds her there, not letting her squirm out of her hold or hit her anymore.* Are you calm? Can we talk now?
Ram (Re:Zero): *sniffles and blows her nose against Ein's chest; in a croaky voice* Uh-huh...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: *She pays no mind to the fact she blew her nose on her, holding her close to her.* You didn't do anything wrong... I assure you... as far as you knew, you're sister wasn't around right? So it's not your fault she found us like this okay... and even still, I doubt her entire world will be ruined by seeing one example of women being intimate... okay?
Ram (Re:Zero): *wipes her face on her before sinking into her embrace* It's not even the fact that we're both women that bothers me...she saw her sister having sex in a semi-public area...how will this affect how she sees me? She thought I was so amazing before...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...do you want me to test the waters for you? See if she seems horrified by our act so you can know what you're going into next time you see her?
Ram (Re:Zero): *shakes her head* I'm a woman and her older sister. I will confront her myself. I appreciate the offer though.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Well... the offer still stands, so just let me know if yo uchange your mind... *rubs her back, laying back against the wall and comforting her for a moment before letting her get up to get dressed.
Ram (Re:Zero): *slowly redresses* I apologize for my behavior...I accused you of have unsavory intentions and I ended up using you to vent my own frustrations...
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: Babes, this sure as hell aint the first time I've been used for sex, nor the first time a girl who used me for sex tried to beat me up afterwards. I'm just glad I was able to help you calm down *begins redressing as well, humming to herself as she did so.*
Ram (Re:Zero): That's a shame. You're a good woman, Ein. You deserve someone who can treat you with respect...and give you the love that everyone needs.
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: And you? Don't you think you deserve the same? *Ein was sat on a chair, retying the laces to her boots as she looked up to Ram.* I don't want to get to insistant about this but seriously, if you ever want to just get out into the world and try meeting people. Call me, okay? *To make sure she can hold up her own end of that deal, Ein quickly scribbles down her phone number on a piece of paper from her bag, extending the offer to Ram.* Any time, really I'm like never busy.
Ram (Re:Zero): *takes it, putting it in her dress* When I'm free, I'll call you. Maybe we can have something...other than tea?
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: ...I think that'd be nice. *gets up, placing a soft hand on Ram's cheek before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.* ...wait are you working today? or supposed to be working today?
Ram (Re:Zero): I think my break is over...so you'll have to wait until bedtime. *smiles up at her*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I look forward to it, but for now I should let you get back to work, shouldn't I?
Ram (Re:Zero): I suppose...don't go too far, Ein. *kisses her cheek*
Ein Bleaker [F, Les, 26, Desc in Start]: I'll always be one call away~ *chuckles at this kiss before heading out of the room, trying to find my way back out of the manor*
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why a jackalope though?
Hazel held her stuffed jackalope under one arm and a box of assorted bedroom oddities under the other. This, she observed, was her new room.
The four-poster bed was made of more aspen trunks, and setting the box down on the dusty hardwood floor, she traced her fingers over the white bark. A sliding glass door commanded most of one wall and led out onto a small balcony in desperate need of a good sweeping. Some previous owner had built a bookshelf into the wall opposite the bed, and she was already mentally filling it with her collection when someone said behind her, "Your mom says it's time to go. I think she said she's got that meeting to go to?"
Jack Halley, Hazel thought as she turned to look at him, was really beginning to get on her nerves. On one hand, he was a boy bordering the edges of teenager and the undefinable "young adult." An annoying age for anyone involved. He had nice hair, and Hazel felt that was always a detriment to young men. It usually ruined any chance they had of a decent personality.
On the other hand, he was dressed in half his funeral attire. His formerly white button-down was ripped from the bike crash, stained with a little blood, and sweaty in places after all the work of moving boxes. His hands were bandaged in white gauze, and his stitched-up arm was freshly cleaned. It all gave him something of a kicked puppy look, which she pitied. And that was even more bothersome.
But worst of all, her mother seemed to like him, and Hazel couldn't deny her mother was a good judge of character.
She relented. "You don't know anything about this town, do you?"
He found this an odd accusation, and it showed in the knitting-together of his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Did Mom tell you that she was going to explain some things later?" Hazel asked instead of clarifying. She set her jackalope on top of the box.
Jack sighed and rubbed his forehead where there was already a smudge of dirt from constant worry. "She said she wanted to discuss some things, yeah. What is she, like a therapist? My mom already has me going to-"
"Not a therapist," Hazel said with a chuckle. "But it’s a good guess."
"Look," he said and leaned with a sigh on her door frame, "I don't know why I'm here, other than Tristan saved me from being in the middle of yet another fight with my dad and the Amory's."
"How gallant of him."
"He's very proud of himself." Jack almost, almost smiled, but he shrank back from it like Punxsutawney Phil from his shadow. Six more weeks of winter. "Anyway, your mom seems nice. You seem-" His eyes caught on hers for a moment, snagged like a grocery bag on a tree limb. "Uh, intimidating."
Hazel nodded, the smile she wore as non-sarcastic as she could manage. "I'm flattered. Go on."
"But I'm getting help, okay?" He gestured at himself. "I know I look like a mess right now, and believe me, I am. But I don't need a perfect stranger-"
"You mean, like a therapist," Hazel offered.
"You know what I mean," Jack snapped, and this was said with a little more fire in it than he meant to allow.
Hazel raised an eyebrow but otherwise let it slide.
"I don't need a perfect stranger telling me how to fix... this," and again he gestured vaguely across himself. "I don't know why I'm here," he repeated, half confused and half too-tired to find the answer.
Hazel knew why, though. It was part of her mother's mercurial, emotional magic. People were drawn to her like bees to flowers, especially when those bees were emotionally stunted and in need of her help. Defining magic was a waste of time, because it moved like nature moved and it changed like nature changed, and no one knew that better than Hazel because no one knew Iris Espinosa better than Hazel.
"Well, it was an excuse to get away, and we do appreciate the help." Hazel started for the doorway and Jack moved aside to let her through. "And you'll have to come back because my mom has a bad habit of feeding people as a way of thanking them. So I hope you like lasagna. It's her signature."
Jack was dangerously close to liking Hazel Espinosa then, but the moment he felt the warmth of that realization bubble up, something inside him shut off. A fail-safe, a motor stalling. He prodded the suddenly empty space inside of him. Gears ground but nothing moved. So he darted his eyes away from Hazel to the stuffed animal he'd seen before, back at the motel.
What he hadn't noticed about it then that he could see now, it had two plastic antlers attached to the stuffed head, right between the furry ears. He asked, “Why a jackalope?”
Hazel, not an empath, detected the light going out in Jack’s eyes but could not guess the reason. Maybe he really hated lasagna. Still, she answered, “My dad was obsessed with them. Guess that’s where it started.”
She said “was” in the heavy sense that Jack had become all too familiar with, and he nodded. Conversation ended. They descended the stairs together and found Tristan passed out on the left-by-the-previous-owner couch that Hazel had refused to touch because, who knew what strange dreams were still attached to that thing?
That and bed bugs.
Iris shrugged her shoulders from the kitchen doorway where they spotted her and asked softly, “Should we just let him sleep?”
Hazel shook her head. “No way is he getting out of this. If I have to be there, he does too.” She seized the edge of the blanket Tristan had thrown down to cover the strange couch and prepared for the slip-the-tablecloth-from-under-the-dishes stance.
“Hazel,” her mother warned.
She sighed, releasing the blanket. “Fine, we’ll wake him up the boring way...”
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Yandere Monty X Naive, Older Sibling! Reader P3
Slight brief, reader is the older sibling to Gregory and gets lost searching for him
Tags: @spn-obession, @fandomsandmore394, @maybeabisexual, @crea8ive-traveler91 and @ejeeart
A/N So I may have had one too many ideas for this so yeah officially a series
Also thank you for the likes, follows, reposts and comments - your love and support is very much appreciated
Recap
After a few minutes went by of you covering your face with your hands, you noticed Roxy had remained still.
“Are you done now?” She asked, clearly mift.
Removing your hands slowly you raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you going to take me apart?”
Roxy snorted, “Last time I checked you weren’t an animatronic.”
“B-but you said you wanted to take me apart?”
Rolling her eyes she was quick to set you straight, “The only person I want to take apart is Monty.”
A loud roar from where you had meant to be waiting alerted you of Monty’s arrival.
Roxy bit her lip, looking towards the slid, “Hid in there. Don’t let anyone see you. Ill come back for you later.”
Without having much of a choice, you slid down into another place of unknown territory.
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The slid smelt like plastic and children. More specifically, it smelt like sweat and spilt fizzy faz. Thankfully the childish side of you focused more on the fun of sliding into a bunch of colourful plastic balls.
Before you could continue crawling out of the ball pit, a slim seven foot figure appeared from a balcony overlooking the whole daycare. You were quick to recognise it was Sun with the unique spikes adorning his face.
He dove down into the ball pit, making you freeze. Had he seen you? Roxy had specifically said for you to remain hidden. Although you suppose she must’ve known he would be here.
Before you could climb out, a pair of soft hands raised you up and spun you to face the gleeful daycare attendant.
“Helloooo! New friend! You're sure up late! Are we having a slumber party? Where are all your friends?"
He quickly placed you beside some tiny chairs and tables, a few assorted paints and glitter glue scattered around as well as some plushies. You couldn’t hear over the music whether Roxy had bumped into Monty. Despite Monty’s claws, you honestly weren’t sure who would win in a fight.
"We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads ex-PLODE and stay up all night!"
“Are you sure that’s what you should be telling kids?” You asked, deciding if you were going to be stuck here for however long you may as well entertain this.
Sun nodded enthusiastically, “Yeppp!”
He suddenly leaned in close, inspecting your face and slowly poking your cheek in an almost experimental way.
“You don’t look like a child.
You chuckled, “Thats because I’m not a child. I’m nineteen.”
There was a long pause as Sun starred off behind you. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly chirped back up again.
“No worries! We can do teenager things!” Sun announced, grabbing your hands to pull you away, “But there is only one rule tonight: keep the lights on. ON. On..."
His ominous tone had little effect on you as your thoughts contained ideas of what Sun thinks are ‘teenager’ things. If he magically got a bottle of alcohol and a pair of speakers you wouldn’t complain.
Eventually he stopped in front of some sweets. One was yellow and orange, the other a deep blue and gold. You seriously hoped this wouldn’t turn into the matrix.
Sun scratched the back of his wired neck, starring down at the stray candies.
“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure what teenagers enjoy. The ones who work here just stare at boxes and pull mean faces. But everyone likes sweets? Right? Right?”
You felt bad once you took notice of how anxious Sun was. Do teenagers cause people such anxiety that even animatronics manage to feel it?
“Yep! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you what teenagers like.”
Sun smiled, unwrapping a Sundrop eagerly, “Here have this!”
You cautiously eyed the candy before glancing up at Sun who stared back expectantly, “What is this?”
“An energy boosting candy! Try it, you won’t be disappointed. Trust me,” He responded in his usual chirpy voice.
An hour had passed since you had your first candy. You weren’t sure what the company was putting into their sweets, but whatever it was gave you a floaty on-top-of-the-world vibe.
You had just finished telling Sun all about how you got stuck here. You skipped over the part about Roxy and Monty, deciding that story was for another time.
“I’m glad you came down here, friend! The nights are quite… lonely.”
You smiled, “I’m glad I came here too. Wish Gregory could be here.”
Before the two of you could continue speaking, the sound of something falling into the ball pit alerted you to the fact you were no longer alone.
“A new friend!”
Sun quickly stood up, rushing over to the ball pit with excitement that ironically mirrored a child.
As Sun disappeared, you eyed the Moondrop candies. You had managed to eat all the Sundrop ones, the empty wrappers making the tiny pink bin full.
As you started unwrapping one, you noticed a familiar brown and blue blob scattering over to the security section. The one area Sun had advised you not to enter.
Standing up with a new found confidence, you sauntered over the desk to see Gregory. You locked eyes as the lights suddenly turned off and a loud shriek could be heard.
“No- NO! Why would you do that? Lights on, lights on!”
You spun around rapidly, hoping your eyes would adjust to the dark quicker.
“Gregory! Don’t move!”
As you finished your sentence, you heard something or someone hurry past you. Catching sight of Gregory’s shirt, you chased after him till you were inside one of the mazes.
“Naughty boy... Naughty boy... It's past your bedtime. You must be punished! Nighty-night~....”
Crawling on all fours due to your height, you tried to look for Gregory in the dark. Once you reached the top of the enclosure you were in, a loud rumbling sound could be heard as a spotlight came on.
Following the noise you saw Gregory crawling through a slid that connected to the next area. You could hear Moon swinging around as he searched for Gregory, thankfully he hadn’t come inside.
“Bad children must be punished...”
“Gregory!” You whispered, grabbing onto his ankle as you exited the slide, “Where have you been?!”
Due to how close you were, you could see how his eyes darted around and hear his quickened breath.
“Bad children must be found...”
Gregory glanced outside before speaking in a hushed tone, “I wanted to speak with Freddy, I didn’t mean for this to happen!”
Shaking your head, you quickly whispered back, “Nevermind that, lets just escape from here. What do we have to do?”
He leaned close to whisper in your ear, “There are generators in the mazes, we need to turn on five of them to turn the lights back on.”
“How do you know-“
“There’s no time for that!” Gregory quickly says as Moon swings past.
“Okay, the sooner we find this generators the sooner we can leave.”
It wasn’t long before you had found another generator. You and Gregory had split up in order to find them quicker, which you regretted once you realised how hard it was to see the trail of wires in the dark. However it wasn’t long before you finally found another generator, the noise echoing in the daycare.
As you spun to leave, you caught sight of Moon under the spotlight climbing up the blue slide that led to the generator that had just turned on.
“Knock knock…”
Immediately, you started to crawl across back into the middle play area. The sound of Moon’s bells jingling behind you only encouraged you further.
As you continue your directionless journey, another generator goes off. Hopefully you can prolong this chase with Moon to help Gregory have enough time to find the generators.
Although as you started to swat the miniature punching bags away, Moon started to catch up. In a rush you attempt to crawl through another tube, a swift hand preventing you. Shrieking in surprise, you try to wiggle your foot out of Moon’s soft but tight grip.
“It’s past your bedtime…”
Mirroring many iconic horror movies, you were dragged back by your ankle to come face to face with the other side of the daycare animatronic.
As you were being ruthlessly dragged down to the floor of the daycare, Moon suddenly stopped. His silence and stillness made you nervous as you debated whether he would go pursue whatever he heard over dealing with you.
Just as Moon sauntered off, the lights flickered back on with a loud ding. With a prideful smile, you climbed out of the maze and went to find Gregory.
Shouting from the exit, you saw Sun carrying Gregory, “Rule-breaker! Rule-breaker!”
“W-wait Sun!“ You called out.
“You are banned from the Daycare.”
You watched as Sun dropped Gregory outside, noticing how despite calling him a rule-breaker he had still gently placed him back down.
“At least I know where Gregory is,” You thought.
“Security alert! Security alert! Woo woo, woo woo!”
As Sun was screaming, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching echoed throughout the daycare. The same footsteps you had heard earlier…
Just as Sun slammed the doors to the daycare shut, you locked eyes with a familiar pair of glowing red eyes. Your heart dropped at the thought of how Monty would react after you didn’t wait for him. Convincing yourself he hadn’t seen you was easy at first. Then you heard the sound of something metal crashing into the door.
“Shit…”
A/N Mini spoiler, Moon will return in future parts. I promise things are gonna get more interesting from here.
#fnaf sb#gender neutral reader#reader insert#glamrock animatronics#glamrock chica#glamrock freddy#glamrock monty#glamrock roxanne#security breach#security breach x reader#headcannons#yandere#daycare attendant#fnaf moondrop#fnaf sundrop#monty x reader#monty x y/n#request#yandere monty gator
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Bucky Making You Squirt For The First Time Whilst In Wakanda...
Warnings | smut, squirting, fingering, mentions of disability, angst, mentions of death and murder, swearing, insecure Bucky, overstimulation
Requested ✖️
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There were many things that Bucky had to get to doing one handed. At first, it had taken some getting used to, he no longer had a silver grip to follow out orders with, or aid his other hand with, now that the prosthetic had been removed. Wakanda had wiped away any evidence from whom he had once been, except his mind, that was still a work in progress.
But with time, he had adapted to the disability within the calm nature that surrounded him. For the first time in his life, he felt safe, he had his own home, to which he shared with you, an avenger and an old friend of T’Challa’s. It was a simple hut, but it was something that brought him comfort, never needing to pretend to be someone else behind the walls, having an enclosure of reassurance, even if the structure had no door.
For the moment, he was alone, you had gone to the new king’s coronation, despite not being of birthright to the country. The people here accepted you, and from more than just your amorous connection to him, they had slowly but surely became well adversed with his presence, sending him meaningful, reassuring smiles, and allowing their kids to run around the perimeter of his plot.
With bright eyes, he had watched as you allowed the children to assort their paints, and stroke the colours of red, black and yellow as stripes upon your skin, accumulating you to their culture. Bucky had made no attempts to move closer, he was content with watching you run around with the children, laughing at their jokes, and telling them stories of your adventures out in the world.
They saw you as one of their heroes, that had partaken in training as a youngster by their best and now aged commanders. This was your home, and that in turn, made you insist that it was his also. Though, he knew that something would eventually ruin this little life that the two of you had began together in the midst of hiding, and that had kept him awake after you had left.
He had tried to lay upon the furs that were rolled around to make a floor bed, listening to the sounds of communicating birds, and playing ancestors of the great commanders, but he did not fathom to manage to rock himself into a slumber. And his eyes were still peeled as you returned, the sky having grown significantly darker, after the celebrations that you and Shuri had planned for her brother.
Your hand reached towards an encrusted leaf of water that acted as a bowl, dampening a rag as you began to swipe at the skin of your face. Out from the corner of the one room, Bucky walked over, taking the dampened material out of your hand, with his one, and helped you in cleansing your skin of the natural pigments that had been assorted into bright colours.
“Did you have fun?” He asked tenderly, as he washed the tribal cosmetics from your skin, feeling his heart swoon as you presented a great smile, filled with teeth, and softly nodded at his words.
“Yes, though, I cannot help but feel the void of T’Chaka. He’d ruled this place for so long, keeping it concealed from greedy eyes, and I have a nervous feeling for what lays ahead for T’Challa. He insists that I don’t have to get involved in the political sides of this place any longer, I am not needed to continue to be a protecter, but it was my purpose. I have no other path in my mindset of what I should do instead.”
After speaking, you breathed, leaning into Bucky’s gentle hand, lulling in the sentimental feeling of him looking after you. “You may be a warrior, but you are also my partner. Just lay with me a little longer before you go out and search for another fight, will you?” He put the wipe down, grasping your face in his palm, humming contentedly as you pressed kisses upon his rough and scarred skin.
“I think I could just go that.” You replied, weaving your hands through his locks, and undoing the knot of the small intricate bun that rested upon the various layers of his hair. A smile tugged at his beard, as he leant slowly down, encasing his prickly bordered mouth upon your own, as you reciprocated the action.
“Get on the bed doll.” He sweetly spoke, his lips brushing against yours, following after you as did as he said, going to roll on top of him, as was usually the position, considering his impediment, but Bucky shook his head, causing a furrow to sew itself between your brows. “Stay there.”
Trusting him, you nodded, allowing him to tug at your purple robe, to which you traditionally wore nothing beneath. His azure gaze locked onto your watching eyes, as he contently kissed down your torso, passing your navel, his lips over the curve of your mound.
Bucky had ate you ate countless times, but never in this position. Usually, you would clamber your weight atop of him, descending your pussy onto his mouth, as the both of you had thought that would be the easier solution to doing things. But he showed no struggle as his lips slipped down lower, his tongue teasing your clit, as he rested his chest upon the hay adorned ground.
He raised his hand, moving the flesh of his fingers between your folds, tugging at the lips, to open you up for his adventurous tongue to explore. His eyelashes fluttered, breaking his locked gaze of you, as he lulled in your taste, his administrations pulling moans out from your chests, as you tried to keep quiet, for there were sure to be children sleeping in the neighbouring huts.
“Bucky.” Once more, your hands cascaded through his long brown locks, tugging at the root, prompting a groan to rattle through the man that was going down on you. You swivelled your hips a little, helping him hit a deeper angle with that tongue of his, yelping lightly as he added a finger, and then another, stretching you open. “I’m going to cum James.”
He paid no mind to your words, continuing his enjoyable work, as he made you spill your loving essence over his tongue, lapping it up, before returning to your clit, sucking the bud behind his teeth, swirling his saliva around the pink accessory, whilst adding another two fingers, making you be filled with four.
The stretch was delicious. After the gruelling, not to mention worrisome day, that you had experiences, unwinding in such a simplistic, and euphoric way was definitely welcomed. Bucky always had the means to make you feel good, but the majority of the time, you would insist to go down on him instead, finding it fulfilling to apt your partner with such pleasure.
But here he was, returning all those favours, with his mouth and tongue, stimulating you closer to another orgasm, and having you on the verge of screaming, though, you had to bite your hand to contain such a sound. Otherwise, it’d ring out across the land, and the last thing you wanted was the Dora Milaje bursting in, thinking that someone was getting murdered.
The only thing being viscously attacked was your pussy, but you weren’t complaining as you whined wantonly, feeling yourself spill out with your juices again, screwing your eyes shut as he rubbed the bristles on his face against your clit, prodding your entrance with his tongue as he removed his fingers, his eyes beaming wide as you brought them up to your mouth, sucking on each one, moving them down to the back of your throat.
Bucky swore he’d bust right then. He shuffled away, discarding of the red material that he was often clothed in, revealing his hard cock, as he came to rest over you, after removing his digits from your hungry mouth. “Buck, don’t you want me to go on top?” Your chest raised as you asked the question, but he shook his head, only just managing to balance himself over you, as you tugged at his cock a couple of times, before swiping his head through the river of your slit.
The sensation caused your lover’s legs to buckle beneath him, as he struggled to uphold his weight, his head falling against the column of your neck as tears pricked at his eyes. Without any trouble, you rolled him over, climbing to be straddled upon his face, as you cupped the corners of his rugged face. You could still feel the soreness between your legs from his beard, and you loved the feeling. But the regard of pleasure could be paused for a moment, as you saw his blue eyes swimming with waves of emotion.
“Hey it’s okay baby.” You ushered him, feeling him trail his hand across your spine, pulling you closer. His puffy cheeks had turned red as he looked at you, almost as though he were embarrassed from his prone accident. “Why’d you try to be on top, I thought we spoke about that?”
“I just wanted to make you feel good.” He gulped, watching as your face dropped into a swarm of sadness and guilt. “I’m useless here, and it seems like the only thing I’m good at it brining you pleasure. But clearly I’m not that good at it if I can’t even put my own dick in you.”
“Don’t James, baby. You are not useless, you are free. The people here are helping you, and then, you’ll be able to do whatever you want with the road that will lay before you. It’s about patience my love.” You grasped the sides of his face so that he was forced to look directly at you. The trailing of his eyes, curving down your exposed chest and stomach did not go unnoticed, though you continued speaking to him. “And do not ever question how good you make me feel, even out of intercourse, you make me feel like the most important woman in the galaxy. It’s okay to need help sometimes, and that’s why I’m here with you James.”
Putting pressure upon your back, he tugged you down, colliding his lips against yours, the taste of yourself that was lingering on his tongue making you moan into his mouth. You slipped your tongue in his mouth, scouring out every angle behind his white teeth, as you once again took ahold of his shaft, tapping the reddened tip against your clit.
The feeling made you wince, already feeling over stimulated, though you could not deny that you wanted to feel all of him, so you shuffled back, raising your hips over his own, as you placed him at your entrance, and began to sink down on his hard cock.
“Fuck doll.” He gritted his teeth together, leaning back as he watched your face pleasurable grimace at the various sensations that were burning up your body. But nevertheless, you began to ride him, planting your hands on his shoulders as you swayed your hips against his. Bucky raised his hand, cupping your breast with it, and pinching your nipple, watching as your threw your head back, a single tear slipping out of the corner of your eye.
That pout that had encased itself on your mouth, as you bounced atop of him, made him lick his lips. Various sounds escaped your lips as you crashed your sore pussy down on his straining cock, wanting nothing more than to cum again.
You leant back, a light laugh escaping your throat as you braced one of your hands upon his tensing thigh, the other creeping down to rub your clit. Bucky felt his whole spark, as he refused to close his eyes so that he could watch you be illuminated by the oncoming orgasm that would soon be tearing through you, and the moonlight that seeped through the opening of the hut.
The man ran his large hand down your body, replacing your hand with his own, fiddling with your engorged clit as you squeaked out indicating sounds of pleasure, as he traced it with the tip of his nail. “Cum doll.” He spoke, his voice strained, as his hips thrusted up on their own accord.
A frown settled on your face as you grabbed at your tits, your breathing escalating to the point where your skin had grown tingly. And before you knew what had hit you, you came once more, but this time it was different. You had squirted, soaking Bucky’s thighs, splattering your clear juices through his pubic hairs, the liquid reaching the bottom of his belly.
“Oh my fucking god.” You stopped for a moment, as your head felt all hazy, leaning it back, for a minute, until you began rotating your hips again, your pussy constantly clenching around his shaft. He felt close, more so as you reached behind you with a free hand, and began tugging gently at the seam of his balls. “Fill me up baby, cum in- fuck!”
Another wave had hit you, it not taking long to reach after your previous three orgasms. It left Bucky no choice, his body followed its own whim as his balls fluttered, his head spluttering his cum inside your walls, leaving you lightheaded, and all over the place. A hum fell from your lips as you moved so that his softening and cum covered cock would fall out of you, laying on his chest, as you felt your pussy trying to keep all of his seed within you, though it failed to do so, as it ran down the inside of your leg, and trailed down Bucky’s own.
“So good.” You smiled, half drunk off of how many times you had cum. Bucky smiled, running his hand up your leg, to soothe and calm your muscles, before cupping your face, bringing it closer so that he could give you a tender peck upon the forehead.
“Go to sleep doll, I love you.” He brushed his dirtied fingers through your hair, smiling as he softly heard you mumble a reciprocating response, your head falling in the dip of his chest, you falling asleep, giving him one last piece of mind until the morning.
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